As they traveled, it seemed they had finally entered the heart of the Country of Mist. After breaking through the outer layer of the blizzard, there was actually little fog inside. However, the sky was perpetually grey, both day and night, obscuring the sun and making the stars indistinguishable.
"Is it called the Country of Mist just because of this?" Huai Shi asked curiously. "Why not call it Yarn Country instead? That seems more fitting, eh?"
"I have a feeling that if it were called Yarn Country, Wind Shadow would die yet again."
"…Can we not play with puns?"
Huai Shi sighed and looked around. Ruins were everywhere.
I thought I might get to play the little monster and scare some unsuspecting residents, he mused. But as they walked, while they saw no shortage of cities and villages, they didn't encounter a single living person.
It was as if wars or some other catastrophe had occurred; ruins and desolation were all that remained. Dead bodies, however, were plentiful.
