The scorching wind gently swayed the tattered cloth hanging by the door.
This was a desolate land.
Due to excessive development, the surroundings had been reduced to a sea of golden sand, leaving only this stubbornly surviving village on the brink of disappearing into the desert.
But it wouldn't be long before it, too, completely vanished.
Nevertheless, the dilapidated village was now teeming with people.
"A world of demons—it sounds fascinating!"
"But the spots are rather limited. Mr. Charlie, do you plan to participate as well? This is a true life-and-death showdown, you know!"
"Monte, do you really lack confidence in my skills?"
"Of course not." A flash of cold light streaked past, leaving a thin crimson line across Charlie's throat. His incredulous gaze froze before he slowly collapsed.
"I'm simply not confident in your intelligence."
"Thunk!"
