Sand Head

I woke up from meditation and looked around.

As expected, the surroundings were in a miserable state.

It had been a wasteland with not a blade of grass to begin with, but now a sand dune had formed.

The fine sand was so soft I sank in past my ankles.

“As expected, this was the right place to do it.”

If I'd done it at home or in the warehouse, I'd have ended up on the news.

And the valuable materials would have blown away too.

“Huh? Where's the bag?”

[Here it is. You idiot.]

I heard the black mage's voice from beneath my feet...