Chapitre 225: Secrets {3} - Merchandise

---Demon Continent---

The heavy sounds of wind piercing through the air and shredding against anything in sight reverberated throughout the distance.

One could see the muddy grounds bone dry. It was littered with cracks as the mud hardened and underwent desiccation in the scorching heat.

Yet, it wasn't hot.

The searing cold was followed by a neverending storm that went from being one of sand to one of snow each day.

The night would bring about the dark clouds of the north, while the day would bring the scorching heat of the south, alongside the tsunami of sand waiting to drill holes and peel off the skin of anything with life.

Yet, despite the harsh environments, in the center of those very calamities stood a city with borders that reached a hundred meters high, and buildings that scaled the clouds and skies themselves.

These buildings, while having stayed standing for hundreds of years, were simply relics of their former selves.