Evelyn Ford hurried out of the cellar and blew her whistle in response.
The temperature was fifty degrees Celsius, cool enough for people to venture outside. Evelyn Ford and Ronan Kendrick gazed at their surroundings, unable to find any peace of mind.
The once lush and green safe zone had once again become a barren ruin. The sandy soil underfoot had hardened, and when a strong gust of wind blew past, it carried only a wave of heat—not even the sand stirred.
"It's like The Tencend Flats... but at least The Tencend Flats has some plants. There's nothing left here at all."
Evelyn Ford and Ronan Kendrick exchanged a look, and both offered a helpless smile.
The ground was still scorching hot underfoot. Evelyn Ford sighed. "Come on, let's go check on them."
The path was treacherous. A network of deep fissures crisscrossing the land served as a stark reminder to Evelyn Ford of the terrible scars left behind by the sixty-plus-degree heat.
