Amon stood at the edge of the village for a long moment.
"So... what do you want to say? If I remember correctly, you said there was no one else in this sealed zone for thousands of years. I am the only one you met after so many years."
"Haha~ oh boy, I was asleep... also, these people might have never tried to approach where I was hanging," Vetaal chuckled while looking in another direction.
"Tch!" Amon clicked his tongue. There was no reason to keep arguing.
Then he stepped forward. He walked inside.
He didn't greet anyone. Didn't ask questions. Didn't even slow down. He simply walked straight ahead, eyes calm, senses sharp.
The ground beneath his boots was packed dirt. The houses on both sides were simple wooden structures, built in neat rows. Fences lined small gardens. Smoke drifted lazily into the sky.
It was peaceful. People were living peacefully.
As he moved deeper into the village, something else caught his attention.
His steps slowed slightly.
