Irina sank into the preposterous dream once again.

There was an endless stretch of desert, with sand flying around and the blazing sun scorching the land. Even the air seemed to faintly distort.

A small oasis was the only bit of greenery and vitality in this desert.

Hot!

This was Irina’s first feeling.

Irina stood on the ground where the grass was sparse, the bottom of her feet feeling like steak in a frying pan, so hot that her skin was turning hard. Her skin exposed to the sun seemed to be emitting oil.

Where was this place?

Irina looked around. The overly-blazing sun made it impossible for her to...