C394 Master Situ Lan will Definitely Not be Happy

Dusk settled as blood-colored sand swirled through the air.

Amidst the dark red desert, stained by blood, two figures rode roaring war motorcycles, kicking up billowing clouds of dust. Their Cloaks of Order whipped about in the fierce wind.

Ahead of them, a fiery explosion illuminated the sky, its glow visible even from hundreds of miles away.

"0325," bellowed the rugged man