But then, the reality of the Bleeding Desert finally set in.
Ruin exploration was not as simple as they had read in novels. It was far more terrifying than anything they imagined.
Terrifyingly dangerous.
A place completely unsuitable for the weak and careless.
Then again, many somehow managed to survive regardless.
But slowly, they began to grow weary and exhausted. Tired of the endless battles and constant hardships.
No rest.
No hope.
No escape.
They either kept fighting endlessly or waited to be killed.
The bright halo they thought surrounded them had faded completely into oblivion. They began appreciating every little thing they encountered.
Every single survival meant something incredibly valuable. Their arrogance had been completely washed away.
Every moment of safety was deeply appreciated.
Every cup of water became incredibly precious.
Even dirty water was appreciated so greatly that many cried tears of gratitude.
