"Achoo~"
The bone-chilling cold wind blew, and the young boy couldn't help but tighten the coarse cloth garment stuffed with stiff cotton wool on him, but it was of no use at all. The piercing wind was omnipresent, making him shiver uncontrollably, forcing him to sneeze.
"Damn it, the weather's getting colder and colder, what's going on? If not killed by those filthy things, we'd freeze to death."
A curse-laden voice came from one side. The boy, already frozen to the point of having a runny nose, deeply agreed and couldn't help but nod.
"The clothes hung out to dry at my house haven't dried in three days."
Hearing the reply from the neighbor next to him, the boy, Dante, couldn't help but look up at the sky, only to see a pale disk hanging in the dust-covered sky, with a somewhat hazy aesthetic.
But this disk, which only evoked a chill in people's hearts, was the Sun, yet no one could feel the light and warmth the Sun should emit.
