As when the wind stopped, the weather was getting stronger and stronger, finally reaching its destination. And Clarke, who arrived at the parade, opened his mouth.
"This is ..."
If a giant claws through my fingernail, is it like this? The floor of the piled pavilion and the gigantic pits coming into the poisonous eyes were all horrible.
"Uh ..."
Clark, who was just blindfolded in a scene where he could not make up his mind, was filled with the voice of a small voice in the sound of the wind.
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