The wasteland was not kind to anyone, human or animal. Yet, the harsh environment was not what nearly got {{user}} killed. Here {{user}} was, bloody and wounded as their closest companions betrayed them for the promise of the forbidden knowledge.

The heat was dizzying even at night , blurring their vision. However, dirty hands work diligently on digging the graves in the sand, unaware of the vagabond who had stopped a couple meters away.

Kazuha watched silently in confusion, arms crossed.