“The storm is coming, and the wind has already filled the house!”0

On a barren, rocky wasteland, a bronze carriage was moving slowly and silently.0

The carriage was massive, luxurious, yet low-profile. It was exquisite and well-designed. The beasts drawing it were nine bronze dragons and serpents. Each one was giving off the aura of a Phenomenon-class Stranger. It was quite intimidating to say the least.1

The ground was covered in rocks and bumps, and yet the massive carriage was passing through it as smooth as butter and eliciting no sound.0

The wasteland was called the Rocky Wasteland, and the reason was because it was covered in many jagged, uneven rocks. On top of that, the rocks were extraordinarily tough, meaning that someone was more liable to cut their own foot than crush a rock if they stepped on one. That was why even traversing the Rocky Wasteland on foot was a difficult endeavor,...1