+Sandy Paradise: Tamer Tribe+
----Deus POV----
In the sky, two desert eagles hovered in one direction, heading to the edge of the desert.
The farther away they are, the man in his lab gown felt more and more comfortable, perhaps because of that object, the closer one is to the center of the desert, the more you will feel the rising temperature that could cook people without fire.
[It is a good decision for me to attend to this minor task. If not, I will have to accompany that old man to suffer defenselessly.] He rejoiced in his heart, looking forward to the towering trees where the Tamer Tribe resides.
He has been tired of the blinding light that has been bothering his sensitive eyeballs.
If the Volcanic Graveyard is subjected to perpetual twilight, the Sandy Paradise on the other hand has always been a place where no night can hope to encompass.
