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  A new rainstorm cast shadows throughout the land, sending chills down the spines of those that dared to face what was coming. The water fell in sheets, and any travelers in the area found it difficult to see into the distance. The renowned, tribal landmarks that speckled the path became invisible behind pouring rain.  Every so often, a flash of lightning would spark the sky in a brilliant bang of color. In those brief moments of light, silhouettes of the travelers' bodies became noticeable.  Those travelers, heads bowed against the wind and held low with unimaginable despair, pushed forward through the dark. The three brutes held their form