Not Much of a World

As the torrential rains calmed and the dark clouds dispersed, a rare breath of fresh air cascaded amidst the world after the rain swept away all dust. It was now dusk—the vague sunlight of nightfall was visible at the edge of the horizon alongside the stars appearing in the deep blue sky.

It had been a long time since the Simboans came across such clean air.

On the muddy ground, Joshua held on to the delimbed Core Puppet but relaxed his grip a little, so that the precious object would not be crushed.