Bilma Desert, Africa.
The atmosphere was hot and dry. If one looked into the distance, it would be as if someone had stuffed a piece of cellophane in the air. The air was distorted.
A cross-country vehicle drove into the desert at a high speed. It kicked up a dust storm in its tracks. This place was off the beaten track. Even African locals rarely appeared here. The person sitting on the passenger seat wore sunglasses and held a magical standard weapon in his hands. It was as if he was carefully observing the movements around him during a patrol.
