In just half a day, the plains had almost been covered with a thin layer of wind-sand.

Taking out the shovel, Somo began to clean the water channel.

After everything was done and cleared, we returned to the shelter.

Lying on the bed, under the firelight, I looked at the solid stone door and the extremely smooth polished stone walls and floors.

On the last night before the disaster, Somo covered himself with a quilt and his breathing gradually became calmer.

Sufficient confidence allowed Sumo to face the coming disaster with full confidence.

However, the temperature has started to cool down late at night.

There are countless people running around the land with torches, begging for the last moment to take measures to resist the disaster.

There are only a few people sitting in the shelter with complicated expressions, waiting for the disaster to come.

There was a strong sense of crisis, except for Somo this night.
Chapter completed!