Storm

"R-Run!?" Hunter was taken aback, and the way he looked around immediately turned suspicious.

"Wh-Where did you hear that? Was it some strange whisper again?"

"Oh, no. What I heard was Morse code."

Ever since Theus had brought Morse code into this world, it had been successfully applied to communications.

In many places where people could see or hear one another but could not conveniently go over, they used Morse code to communicate.

"How is that possible? I didn't see you carrying a code chart." Hunter glanced at Yami. They had been together the whole time, and Yami had never looked at a chart.

"You need to carry that thing? Can't you remember it after looking at it once?" Yami blinked in confusion.

"...Fine. Where did you hear it?"

"Just now. I heard a steam whistle sounding intermittently. When I pieced it together, it spelled that word."

"A steam whistle?" Hunter froze and pricked up his ears, but all he could hear outside was the howling wind. No—on closer inspection, there really was a faint, shrill whistle.

"There really is one. Wait, that's not right!" Hunter suddenly realized something, and his face changed drastically. "This is the wasteland. How could there possibly be a steam whistle here?! Could it be—"

His heart skipped a beat as he thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

Could there be a train coming toward them ahead?!

The railway between Castel and the Northern Territory was still a single track. Though work had already begun on laying a double track, it would be a long time before it was completed.

Therefore, if a train came toward them, they would not pass each other by, but—

Collide head-on!

Screeeech—!!!!!

A piercing screech of metal grinding rang out.

"Ow!"

"Whoa!"

"Grab onto something!"

The passengers in the