Dark clouds hung low, pouring rains fell crashing down, and the entire White Sand Region was shrouded in endless darkness. Beneath the whirlpool-like clouds, the curtain of rain seemed to hang like an ocean suspended from the sky, so dense that one might wonder if breathing would become impossible in it. Amidst this apocalyptic darkness and storm, countless bizarre limbs were growing, and countless indescribable entities congregated with joyous exuberance in the rain, with all who witnessed this—soldiers, officers, war engineers from the Iron Throne—left with an indelible mental shock.
All the Iron Throne passengers underwent a sanity check, and now the entire train was enveloped in an upbeat, optimistic atmosphere.
"Deactivate the Mind Protection System," Commander Maryland felt unprecedented clarity in his mind and judged that the onboard mind protection system was no longer useful, thus issued the order.
