Just like the wilderness shrouded in twilight over there, the Night Desert remained steeped in an almost deathly silence.
After entering the desert terrain, Bai Zhi put away the Type III Mech and switched to traveling via the Ghost Domain.
The needle's swings were growing smaller and smaller, indicating that he was getting closer to Calamity Reimu. However, before finding Calamity Reimu, he found something else in the desert.
Just as there were Hand Trees dozens of meters tall in the wilderness, the desert had them too.
These hands were buried beneath the sand, stretching straight toward the sky.
The only difference was that every hand in the wilderness was a right hand, while every hand in the desert was a left hand.
But unlike the arms in the wilderness, which had been parasitized beyond recognition by grass, the arms here were covered in sand worms as fine as grains of sand. They clustered densely over them, enough to drive anyone with trypophobia insane at a glance.
"...There were seventeen right hands in the wilderness. Could there be seventeen left hands in the desert?"
Bai Zhi looked thoughtfully at the enormous arm in the distance, which was violently yet futilely trying to brush off the sand worms clinging to it.
He had expected to encounter many Pale Humanoid Flesh creatures, but there had only been the one drawn over by Little Cocoon. He had expected all sorts of strange, difficult-to-handle things, yet aside from the grass and these sand worms, there had been nothing else along the way.
And then there were these eerie arms planted throughout the desert and wilderness...
Bai Zhi vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
—Simply put, the difficulty did not match the danger.
Even after crossing the wilderness and reaching the desert, the endless malice