Wuuu~
The sun hangs high, the scorching heat waves crack the cement platform at Akse Station into a web-like pattern. Dried camel thorns and distaff grass lie lifelessly in the crevices, their earthen hues devoid of vitality. The iron station sign hanging at the station moans eerily as the wind blows.
The scale of the Joint Train stretches from Akse Station Platform to several kilometers outside the city, and under the blazing sun, shadows shimmer.
To the east lies an endless wasteland, where the wind howls and the horizon is only a sea of rolling heat waves.
There seems to be only a desolate yellow hue left between heaven and earth. After initially relishing a moment of sunlight, having escaped from the darkness, the members of the Joint Fleet are now left with nothing but scorching heat and drought.
Both men and women don thin clothes, their bodies drenched in sweat, as they tirelessly repair and maintain their survival vehicles.
Except for one fleet, Queen Mo.
