Swooosh—!
In all my time outside the Gates of the city, the storm never ceased. The heat lingered constantly, making prolonged exposure increasingly difficult. Though the clothes offered some protection, one simply couldn't rely on them to endure the relentless heat.
Added to the numerous monsters that crawled the space, and this place was no different from hell.
'...It's no wonder things are so strict and harsh in the city.'
There was hardly any food or water. Resources were scarce, and so was the space inside the city.
"You're finally back."
A deep voice greeted me at the entrance of the Gate.
He was Murok, another one of the guards that I had worked with over the past several months. His features were hidden beneath his suit, but through the narrow gap in his eyes, I could see a long scar tracing down his face.
"The commander has asked for you."
"The... commander?"
