The gale mixed with sand blew in his face, and the sand on the rooftop rolled away with the wind like a tide. Shard squinted, raised his arm to shield his eyes, and turned to look at the highest point of the roof, but the long-haired woman holding a silver-eyed cat he longed for was not there.
Even though he had anticipated this, he couldn't help but sigh.
Struggling, he bent over and walked up the sloped rooftop, then sat in the place where the long-haired Luvia in his dream had once sat.
Looking up at this world of yellow sand, in the dim yellow sky, countless fragments of buildings and corpses floated chaotically. The sun hung in the center of this terrifying scene, but the sun was black, surrounded by a white edge, with a red halo on the outer ring. The black sun, like a hole, poured down a fiery red line.
"It's exactly the same as in the dream, not exaggerated at all."
