The oppressive sandstorm swept through, ever since plummeting into the Abyss, the climate of Dune had become increasingly violent.
The sporadic dust storms mixed with spice could shield many investigative methods, whether from the technological or the supernatural side.
It was the perfect camouflage.
"Oh, this environment really sucks; I feel my throat being affected, and this could impact my artistic career."
A dark-skinned man with pale yellow hair, wearing black sunglasses, carrying seven knives on his back, with the character for "Iron" representative of iron armor Sealing Techniques on his right shoulder, and the traces of bull's horns on his left cheek,
was complaining in the howling wind with a rapping tone.
"If you keep talking, I think your throat will only get worse, ptui~ptui~"
Another tall and burly figure, covering his tousled hair from the wind, seemed to dislike the environment too and spat out the sand that had gotten into his mouth.
