Thousands of miles away from Fox Cave was a desert. The air curled upwards in waves because of the heat. The whole world looked as if it had turned into the inside of a furnace the edges of which could not be seen. Aside from sand, everything else seemed to be burning. The scorching sun had even reduced the gravel into the ashes that could be found after the flames in a furnace died away. If a person stopped in a spot for too long, they would soon be roasted alive.
It had to be said that it was a place everyone hated.
But there were dainty-looking footprints in that place of despair that had made countless players hesitate and not enter in the end while killing many others of thirst. The footprints covered hundreds of miles with determination until their owner reached the center of the desert.
