The wind blew the sand into many directions like 100 typhoons were in the atmosphere, making the road all the more difficult to see. It was as if it was quiet and peaceful, although the roar of the sand said otherwise. It was whipping the human skin so painfully making them get scraped by the small particles. But that harshness the sand had didn’t have any effect on the two people who were standing in the middle of nowhere – one female and the other a male.
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Everything was lost.
The houses, the tall buildings, the roads, everything was dominated by the furious flickers of the burning flames. Women and children screaming and wailing in agony trying to free themselves from the heat. Only two people, covered in black, stood in between the tormenting scene, their smiles visible from afar, and the fire – which illuminated their complexion – made it more clear for all to see.
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