"Divine Firmament Art!"
A voice echoed across the desolate, empty desert. A middle-aged man with a robust build, dressed in a simple, earthy-brown hemp tunic, held a long black sword with a rusted blade. With messy, disheveled hair and a heavily stubbled face, he threw his head back and roared.
Yet after the shout, there was no response. The desert remained dead and silent, save for a sporadic gust of wind sweeping up yellow sand and sending tumbleweeds rolling across the wasteland.
Chapter 44