Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
At the boundaries of the Mediterranean Sea and the Sahara Desert, a man sitting on the back of a flying beast fixed his eyes on the gradually approaching line of the desert with confusion.
"Mr. Devon, didn't you hear what I say?" a Maga in her thirties asked.
"Oh, what did you say?" Devon finally collected his thoughts.
"According to the information we received, strange sandstorms have been happening quite often lately around the boundaries of the Sahara Desert. Our people have concluded that they aren't works of nature," the bespectacled Maga said.
"There's no proof to back it up yet; the Sahara Desert is known for its unexplainable phenomena, so it's unlikely that we can find the reason behind it. We'll just head inside and rescue the missing people," a Mage with a white cloth cap spoke up.