The sandstorm descended upon them.
The desert wind was a desiccating force, carrying a payload of razor-sharp sand that could flay the skin raw with even the briefest exposure.
But it was of no concern to Yoon Ji-han.
The sand could not harm him.
It was an extension of his will, a part of his own body. While the area he could control was limited, it was more than enough to form a protective shroud against the desert’s fury.
The scorching
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