Rays of sunlight shone down from the sky as the clouds drifted in the wind. Arias sat on a tree branch with his legs dangling as his eyes explored the surrounding area. But whichever way he looked, all he saw was mountains and forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was no sign of houses, and there was no road to make his journey on. There was nothing but footprints of demons on the ground.
“I hope I’m not lost.”
Arias said, rather uncertainly. There was a certain ‘big tree’ in this area that had been marked on Antiago’s map, but when Arias looked around, he just found that every tree in this area could have been described as a ‘big tree’. Perhaps that big tree on the map had already crashed down a long time ago.
“I guess I’ll just keep heading south.”
Unable to find that big tree, Arias stopped paying attention to it. This map was over a thousand years old, so it wouldn’t be strange if there were some inaccuracies.