In a world of darkness and desolation, there could only be hollow chills and shadows.
As he walked down the empty road, these were the thoughts playing through his mind.
Things like this had to be thought through carefully, whatever the case may be.
The road he was on stretched from the gates of the Temple of Sands down to the main road filled people. Since it was quite long, it would be a while before he got to the main road if he continued walking at this pace.
But Cain didn't mind. He wasn't in a rush either way.
The soft wind hit him again, reminding him of where he was.
Although the chill didn't affect him much, he could still feel it.
"How uncomfortable..."
The words floated off his lips like parting clouds.
Cain continued walking forward, slowing down his pace even more.
Turning his head, he looked to the side.
Green leaves sprouted out of the cracks in the roads, and the shriveled bushes had soft buds jutting out alongside their thorns.
