The brilliance of Dawn cascaded from the edge of the Firmament, illuminating He Ao's cheeks.
He Ao reached out to touch the wound on his face—last night's sanguinary wound now reduced to crimson scabs. He tore off the scabs on his body, lifted his head, and looked ahead.
Under that bright splendor, a magnificent city loomed indistinctly.
"Mr. Bod, you're awake," Roger, piloting the spaceship, raised his head to glance at He Ao, "We've arrived; up ahead is Trollon."
He seemed pleased, "We crossed the Great Gobi Desert yesterday without encountering any flying exotic beast attacks, truly rare. Could we have discovered a new flight path?"
He Ao's gaze rested on the city ahead, whose architectural structure was not much different from other Federation cities—except for the slightly yellow sand covering its high walls.
He Ao lifted his gaze, looking beyond the city towards the rear.
The boundless yellow desert instantly filled his field of view.
