Whew...
Amid the howling Death Storm, a lone figure walked slowly onward.
The air was dry and violent, and the grit whipping past was like countless blades.
Reilo walked forward, leaving one footprint after another.
With every step, he seemed to hear the despair buried deep beneath his feet—the screams of people being torn apart and buried by the apocalyptic flood of sand, the moment they lost the protection of the Night's Veil Land wind eye more than a decade ago.
Glorious cities, towering buildings, magnificent Air Ports, and sacred cathedrals.
Everything humanity had once possessed in the duchies lay buried beneath the desert.
Humanity was not the only relic beneath the vast sea of sand. Countless civilizations and histories, countless glories, lay buried in the boundless Death Storm.
Perhaps they had once built breathtaking cultures and shone with brilliant, undying civilizations, but in the end, they could not escape the fate of perishing and being lost beneath the sea of sand in the Alpha Death Storm.
"Hiss."
Suddenly.
A Black Shadow, moving at incredible speed through the sandstorm, lunged at the lone figure.
It was incredibly fast. In this deadly storm, without the protection of a wind eye, any creature that hoped to survive needed extraordinary vitality and lethal strength. Weak creatures had not the slightest chance of making it.
After long exposure to Alpha Particles, the minds of the Death Storm's ferocious beasts remained in a constant state of frenzy. Aside from terrifying creatures that had reached the legendary level and a tiny number of special beings, they possessed almost no intelligence.
Bang!
A horrifying scene unfolded.
The beast, swift as a blur, was just a few feet from the lone figure when it suddenly exploded where it stood, scattering green blood and sticky white and red flesh