The rain continued to pour incessantly.
It soaked the roof, drenched the trees in the courtyard, and made the ground wet.
As night fell, the rain intensified. The sound of water echoed loudly in the air around the old mansion, occasionally interrupted by the hurried footsteps of a burly man running through, without an umbrella or raincoat, splashing water in every direction.
Tsuchiya Kazuma walked through the stronghold with a grave expression, inspecting the defenses throughout the courtyard.
This sprawling private residence, tall and thick, was filled with numerous dark fortresses. Inner courtyards followed one after another, with various modern weapons and supernatural powers readily in sight. A complex and ingenious combination of forces made it a robust stronghold akin to Verdun. Tsuchiya Kazuma believed that even a well-equipped modern army would be mercilessly ground down by this meat grinder if they dared attack.
