The raging wind was the sole ruler of the Demon Continent.
It swept along crimson sand and gravel.
Day after day, it roared, scouring everything upon the land.
The sky.
It was an eternal dusty yellow.
Filtered through thick clouds of dust, the sunlight grew dim and feeble.
It cast a pall of despair over this barren world.
Amid this apocalyptic landscape, three figures trudged onward.
At the front walked Rujierd Superdia.
The windblown sand lashed mercilessly at his exposed pale skin and crude leather armor, making sharp snapping sounds.
His steps were steady and resolute.
Carefully slung over Rujierd's shoulder was Cui Ciyou, who remained deeply unconscious.
Sand had stained his black hair a dusty gray.
There was not a trace of color in his lifeless face.
Only his faint, almost imperceptible breathing proved that Cui Ciyou was still alive.
Alice and Sylphy followed close behind.
Their two little figures seemed so small and fragile in this vast, merciless world.
Alice and Sylphy held the fabric of their sleeves tightly over their mouths and noses.
They tried to keep out the choking sand that found its way into every crevice.
But the biting, knife-sharp wind easily slipped through the gaps in their clothes.
It left stinging red marks across their delicate skin.
Alice Greyrat bit hard on her lower lip.
Her red eyes, burning with defiance, remained fixed on Rujierd's back ahead of her.
From time to time, she cast a worried glance at the vain Black-Haired Youth on Ruijerd's shoulder.
Damn it, why am I so useless...
Not only couldn't I beat that monster, I was even afraid of him...
If only I were stronger... if only I could beat that monster... Ciyou wouldn't have...
Alice's heart was filled with regret and anger.
Sylphy looked even more frail.