Ryder stared blankly at the scene before him, raising his two front paws to rub his eyes. Repeating the action two more times, he finally accepted the truth that he could indeed see his surroundings.
Where this place was, Ryder didn't know, but he was certain it wasn't Crimson. According to the stories from his clansmen and Kaelen, Crimson was a place filled with light, lush vegetation, and spacious, magnificent terracotta houses.
This place was just a desolate field in shades of gray. The sky was entirely covered in gloomy, dark clouds, and the ground was dry and cracked, filled with nothing but gravel and a few sparse blades of grass.
Ryder kept wandering across the field without meeting a second person. While he was exhausted and sitting with his back leaning against a large rock, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him. The little mouse raised his head to look in the direction of the noise, and then his soul was frightened out of his body.
