Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

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Across the desert, a sandstorm swept through, roaring like a mighty army. Tiny gravel tumbled in the wind, making a sharp, piercing sound, like the dance of desert ghosts. The sky beneath the sandstorm was obscured by thick dust, barely a ray of sunlight visible. A gloomy and terrifying scene reigned.

In this raging sandstorm, people can hardly maintain their balance when standing. They are pushed to the ground by the strong wind and have to crawl forward.

A sandstorm swept in, sweeping everything and shrouding the view in a hazy haze. The wind howled, and the dancing sand grains whistled through the air like thousands of sharp blades, emitting a piercing whistle. Gravel, swept up by the wind, made a sharp clatter, like countless small arrows flying through the air. The distant hills loomed in the sandstorm, like a hazy scroll, difficult to see clearly.

From beyond the desert dust storm, an off-road vehicle sped by, its body scuffed and scuffed by the wind and sand. The windows were covered in grit, like a layer of dark brown gauze covering the glass.

The car raced through the desert, the dust kicked up by the wheels gleaming golden in the sunlight. The desert scenery passed by the car window, yellow sand filling the sky, and in the distance, rolling sand dunes, like an endless golden painting.

As the vehicle sped along, more and more tiny grains of sand hit the vehicle body, making a crisp sound. The wheels left deep marks in the desert, remaining in this endless yellow sand.

"Sandstorm? I've never seen anything like this before. Is this also your doing, Smoke Mirror?"

Debbie looked at the person next to him without changing his expression.

He was already very dissatisfied with Debit's habit of blaming him whenever he was indecisive. Looking at his seemingly self-righteous expression, Smoke Mirror roared angrily.

"What a bullshit! Is it my fault for the bad situation?! This was all Camazotz's doing! That bastard actually used a Command Seal on a Servant without even a second thought!"

Smoke Mirror cursed in annoyance.

"I sold it to that guy because he wanted the Command Seals so badly, but I never expected him to say, 'I want to be a Master, too.'"