The Krakoks lived right where Water Grasse should exist in the Real World.
Angor and Shadow descended from the mountain and slowly headed to the Krakoks' habitat. Along the way, Angor only saw ruins and lifeless lands everywhere—bald dirt, tattered grounds. Even the original inland ocean which nurtured countless people in the Real World became black, still water.
"The Krakoks live in this place? Is everything the same outside the barrier?" Angor asked a question.
Shadow nodded slightly and sighed. "Almost, apart from where wizards set up their bases. This is what you usually see in both Midworld and Otherworld. Too much primal mana can kill plants. I guess this is what they call the 'balance of energy'? Pity… Yet that's the price you have to pay for going through a plane fusion."
Shadow looked up again and saw Angor looking into the distance with a frown.
"Are you feeling sorry for the Krakoks?"
