A vast wilderness where dry sand winds blow.
The walls of the Celle Mountains seen in the distance look as if they will never be destroyed. As long as that exists, the desert winds will never blow in Hardion.
In the harsh wilderness where desertification is in progress, grass with strong stems grows sparsely. Only old books secretly whisper that this land was once a fertile granary.
"What happened?"
At the soft voice of the young man who was taking it all in at a glance, a large man covered entirely in yellow cloth knelt down in front of him, bowed his head, and moved his hands.
The young man, wearing a white cloth wrapped around his body and simple armor over it, silently watched the sign language and then slowly turned around.
The white bandana wrapped around his head fluttered wildly in the wind. Beneath it, a manly face with thick eyebrows and a well-trimmed beard was repeatedly hidden and revealed.
