Two days later.
Michael finally arrived at his destination after an arduous journey through the cold and evading monsters that could easily snuff the life out of him.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The cold wind softly blew against his body as Michael stood there just staring at the scene before him with amazement.
"Huh! Would you look at that? So there were really people living here" Michael said with a laugh.
Michael is, in fact, raising his hands in the air right now because there are three men with their arrows pointed towards him as they stood on top of their wooden wall that surrounds their little village.
The village is really small, probably around one hundred meters in diameter, the surroundings of the village wall are fortified with an abatis or spiked barricades, but the weird thing is that Michael could feel a soft and warm breeze coming from the village.
