"Snap~"
A pair of blue and brown boots stepped on a tile, making a crisp sound, and the tile broke in response.
At this moment, the owner of the boots was cautiously walking through an abandoned manor filled with ruins.
In this vast manor, only a few buildings were still standing tall.
The rest had long since become a pile of rubble.
The man in the fiery red robe suddenly stopped, carefully observing his surroundings, as if to confirm something.
After a moment, he moved again towards a low house in the near distance.
This house now only had a skeleton that seemed like it could be blown over by the wind at any moment, and half-crumbled walls, with most of the roof flipped over long ago.
It's hard to imagine how this dilapidated cottage survived the onslaught of time and stood until now.
This must have been a single bedroom, with some simple furnishings left inside, including a collapsed bed and a few broken tables and chairs.
