In the deep night, rain poured from the sky.
The Golden King dragged his weary body across the desolate desert, with a sky filled with wind-swept yellow sand behind him. The ancient ruins no longer existed, having turned into an immeasurable gigantic crater.
If scientists from the real world came here, they would certainly be astonished; not even a Tsar Hydrogen Bomb could cause such terrifying destruction. The crater's diameter is already five hundred miles, and before one's eyes is a ghastly darkness, with the bottom of the pit emanating the smell of ash burning, as if it were ablaze.
"The sun is about to fall."
The Silver King knelt with a thud on the ground, her clothes already burned away. Yet, she felt no shame, for her exposed skin was charred black, her entire body like smoldering charcoal.
"Go, quickly."
The Golden King supported her, staggering forward in the desert, leaving footprints with each step.
