"I didn't do it, Tor. The sun is still high, and it looks good enough."
"Oh, first of all, you've been cut off from a precinct"
"I'll give everyone a song about Moo's happiness. I'm starving, but I'm starving.
"- It's fast to get distracted, gentlemen"
To Euril's warnings, Tor and the others who had been bickering stopped talking.
Apparently, signs were already beginning to appear.
Until earlier, the wind was gaining momentum when all it had to do was stroke its feet weakly.
Accidentally slapped on the cheek by a grain of sand crossed across the street, Tor blushes slightly.
In that ear comes the sound of a low, roaring wind.
Obviously there were signs of something approaching, drifting thickly from the neighborhood.
Tors looking around quickly for vigilance.
But the strength of the wind only increases, and no noticeable change can be found.
"Well, I guess so."
"Moo, can I get you anything?
"Yeah, but I'm gonna be weird, To."
"All right, let's hurry up to that rocky mountain"
Thor pulls the sandblanket cloth up to his mouth, pointing to the low rocky mountains ahead that are likely to block the wind.
The air that licked the ground was heavily reversed.
"Coming..."
Almost at the same time I heard a small twinkle, an awesome roar echoed from the front.
The dust rises high without time.
Suddenly stirred by a gust of wind and about to break his posture, Thor lowered himself and reached out.
But I didn't seem to make it.
"Tocha!
Moo, who was using < electric detective >, is caught in the wind lightly because of his shoes.
And I bumped into Sola, who was directly behind me, with intense momentum.
"Guuuuuuu!"
The girl with the back of the child's head stuck in each of them crouched with a serious scream in her maiden.
Grabbing onto that shoulder, Moo inquired with a surprised face.
"Are you kidding me? Sola Nee. Who the hell is this?
"Ugh, don't shake it a little..."
"I'm sure To will take the caterpillar!
"Yes, no, because it's the killer Moochan."
Thor loosened his mouth a little to the conversation between the two that seemed to be fun, but now is not the case.
When I noticed, one side of my vision was covered in smoke.
The wind that blows is also unparalleled and intense.
I needed to make a decision now about a situation that was changing.
But there's too little information for that.
Tor, hurrying back, peeks into the guide's face, which was standing in the rear.
The look on Sarah's face was obviously tense and she also seemed to be enjoying something.
"You said you were coming. What's coming?
To Thor's inquiry, the Ethereal Scale woman nags silently.
Touching its slightly trembling shoulders, I ask again.
"Please warn me as a guide"
I'm pretty sure they're probably blowing something into Garoud, but I can't help pointing that out here now.
Salarisa, who reappeared to Thor's words, opens her lips, which were tightly closed when she breathed small.
"It's torn wind now. We need to get ready soon..."
"Is that it?"
The identity of the strong wind that suddenly descended from the sky was the weather that had become the crown of the wilderness.
It seems to be the origin of the name, as it blows to break the heavens.
Torn winds falling into rocky mountain swarms seem to be causing severe sandstorms by sharpening rocky skin severely.
An earlier deafening sound would be the sound of the wind coming through that gap.
And as it is, definitely the first thing, the Tors get caught in the strong wind, too.
But to turn back, there's nothing behind it.
In time, there are no shards to spare so that we can go back.
Having been denied exit, Thor wonders if this was the concern Euril had previously felt.
I wondered if I'd finally made it through the flats, and I didn't expect such a sandstorm.
"Warning number two. What am I supposed to do? You said you needed to be ready."
The guide, who snorted firmly, loosened the strings of the backpack and took out the long rope, as he shook off his stray.
Hand the tip to Tor and instruct him to tie it tightly to his body.
"This connects everyone's body..."
Tie the rope stretching from the hips of the leading Tor several times in a circle and then Salarisa ties it to her body.
Next, Euril wraps around his body, and Moo and Sola continue as well.
The sand that also winds up in the meantime increases in quantity at a terrible rate.
Confirming that they were all securely connected by rope, Thor began to walk around the rocky mountains.
We need to find somewhere we can evacuate while at least moving away from the source.
Thor moves step by step as he tries to ease the momentum of the storm with his hands at all costs.
Vision is completely filled with sand, and I'm gradually losing consciousness of where I might be headed.
Thor, who managed to breathe, raised his voice behind him.
"Sola, what if?"
"Okay, let me go."
Thor nodded in his chi voice when he came back, but his arm slightly braces.
The sword, pulled out in the fastest motion, was moving instantly from bottom to top.
Without setting aside time, a hard and sharp sound emanates from the blade.
Thor slashed it up was something that emitted a low sound that crossed into the wind and flew in.
From the response, the identity looks like a flying pebble.
But in this gust, even a small stone can be fatally wounded.
Thor keeps waving his sword over and over, paying the utmost attention to the strange noises that tear the air apart.
Around a dozen steps as it was?
The curtain of sand that accidentally covered Thor's eyes can disappear.
What was spreading instead was a pocky open space and a white tornado soaring in its center.
Strangely, the tornado doesn't try to move off the spot, even though it shakes its body slightly back, forth, left, and right.
To that unnatural phenomenon, Thor leaks his mind small.
"... the evil spirit of the wild wind"
It is a monster of the spiritual system that occurs in this wilderness, just like the evil spirits of red water that once confronted us in a river of bloodshed.
Tor frowned and spoke behind his back to the worst opponent he had encountered in the worst place.
"Can I go? Mr. Euril."
Usually they should give you an instant response that sounds like a hit, but I can't feel the signs.
Thor gently turned his neck back with a horrible hunch that there was not even a noisy Sora or Moo voice.
The only person there was Sarasa with a blue face.
Thor slowly swallowed his spit at the figure of a guide who stood stifling with a thousand chopped ropes.