Chapter 320: Rain Sight

Morgana There were a few things Morgana had come to utterly hate with every fiber of her being. One was Celine's house, a place that masqueraded as the seat of personal power but was, in reality, the scene of a crime—one that had taken place eight years ago. You could still picture it, the former High Secpter's blood staining the white marble tiles, declaring before the Council that Celine was truly the High Secpter's heir and would take her place. The second thing Morgana hated was listening to Celine ramble. She had come to realize there were other things in life to look forward to, such as the rain. Oh, how Morgana loved the rain. It was water, her own element, falling from the sky. There was simply no other element that could evoke such a feeling of tranquility. She mused to herself: Can any element compare? Of course, aside from air, no other element falls from the sky quite like water. As she glanced outside, the rain poured, its rhythmic pattering filling the large mansion.