As noon approached, the sky above the ruins deepened into a brilliant shade of orange, casting a fiery glow across the crimson ground.
Azrael, Luo Bingqing, and Elyara stood several kilometers away from the raging sandstorm, their eyes fixed on a group of people who were cautiously advancing toward the swirling wall of sand.
"Do you think the thing about being able to enter the core area only around noon, specifically at about three o'clock is true?" Luo Bingqing asked in a low voice.
"I actually went to check the sandstorm last night," Azrael replied, his eyes narrowing. "I extended one of my hands inside, and it was nearly torn apart within just a few seconds."
Both Luo Bingqing and Elyara were visibly startled by Azrael's words.
"You mean even with your current stat points, you couldn't last a few seconds inside that sandstorm?" Elyara asked, her voice laced with shock.
