Ambrose looked at the strange formation in front of him.
It was the arc-shaped entrance.
When he walks through the entrance, he will be deemed to have officially left the village.
'This is it, huh.' Ambrose thought and took a deep breath before stepping forward.
He stepped through the entrance and felt like the air around him had changed somewhat.
Now, he would constantly be in danger of the Inquisitors hunting him down.
His heart pounded in his chest as he prepared himself for the inevitable challenges that awaited him.
As the heavy bag loosely hung over his shoulder, he began walking away from the village with a solemn look on his face.
After only a minute of walking down the rocky ground, his steps halted as he saw a strange gray-eyed person sitting on the ground, leaning against the tree with his eyes closed.
It looked like he was sleeping.