Cha Uijae slowed down after running for a long while, trying to catch his breath. The snow-white desert stretched out endlessly, and the heavy snow still did not stop falling. An endless desert. Could he really find Lee Sa-young in here? Uijae bit down hard on his lips before once again forcing himself to speed up. Under his pounding steps, countless fragments of people’s memories swept by.

And suddenly, the thought struck him.

If the memories of those killed by the apocalypse gathered here, then wouldn’t his aunt’s memories also be here?

His pace faltered.

The memories of the Hunters who died at the West Sea Rift must also be here.

Uijae came to a halt.

His aunt’s memories too…