On the ancient city wall, the wind sounded like a blade.
Dressed in white, he stood on the top of the ruins. His long black hair was picked up by the wind and floated into the distance.
The girl raised her foot and took a step forward, which seemed to be a test, but also seemed to be decisive. When she took another step, her figure had plummeted into the depths of the wind.
——The wind... Is so strong...
——It seems like I have returned to the beginning of everything...
The ruined walls were buried under the misty sand, corpses were scattered everywhere, and blood stains were dried. The former oasis has encountered misfortune for thousands of years. The oasis has turned into sand and the water has turned into dust. The fine sand slid down, and Wangsi lifted up the stone slab that was fastened to her body. She choked a few times as the sand blew in her face. She was Wangsi, the daughter of this small oasis country, and the only survivor who survived the massacre.
Intention: Struggle independently