The earth is like sand, and daytime is like night.
The believers of the Transcend Sect are washed away by the invisible torrent of Fate, and even the Transcend Building underground cannot stop their flow. The scorched and desolate land also seems to be washed away, ground into fine sand, where some young believers of the Transcend Sect are excitedly drawing.
Faced with the sudden catastrophe, the vast majority of Transcend believers remain indifferent. Although they are no longer connected to the computation center inside the Transcend Building, years of consciousness hosting have completely dulled their sensitivity to reality. For them, the only reality is the heartbeat, sounding like the countdown to a deathly explosion.
