The subtle feeling of nostalgia hit Cain at the back of his throat like an afterburn...
'Its been a while, huh...'
The last thing he remembered from this island was the incredible battle between himself and the absolute behemoth of a Devil, Forza. A {Flame Devil} that, had it been left to grow, would have easily been able to sink an island.
Cain sighed...
This was where it all began. In a way, it was bittersweet, mostly bitter with a light sweetness if one was concerned about the details...
Now, it was a wreck. The explosions and demolition of all the buildings hadn't made things any better. With most traces of civilization wiped from the surface of the island, the world has decided to claim what was rightfully its.
And also...
'The cold...'
For the first time in a long while, Cain was felt what it was like to be exposed to dreadful cold.
'Thos forest... there's something strange about it.'