C55 Mercenary.

Two days later, at dawn, the first ray of light appeared in the horizon.

The morning light shone through the clouds and sprinkled on the open wasteland. The ground was covered in a thin layer of mist. Every time a cool breeze blew past, it was like a gentle wave, accompanied by the rustling of the withered grass.

It was cold and lonely, and there was no sound in the world.

"Thump, thump