Even though there is clearly no wind here, people can still occasionally feel bursts of coolness. It's a place as fiery red as flames, yet it lacks the scorching heat of fire and instead holds the chill of ice.
Where is this place? Why have I appeared here? Situ Hao cannot understand this question and it's impossible for him to figure it out. The last thing he remembers is standing on the city wall with A Xing and others, but when he awoke, he found himself in this place, a location devoid of any other color.
How many days has it been here? Situ Hao himself is completely unsure; he only knows he's the sole occupant of this world. There are no other sounds in this world, only his own voice exists.
