Wildlands.
In the far western parts beyond the Great Wall, the carcasses of both normal and mutated rats filled the plains as Leon and Silver quickly returned.
The skies gradually became less bright as the initial wave of the solar flare passed, returning the world to its previous brightness while the temperature dropped at a slow but sure rate.
Leon suddenly paused in the middle of the journey before he observed the surroundings with creased brows.
"Death Energy is increasing due to the dead rats in the area…" Leon muttered before shifting his gaze to the Wrathful Demonic Energy suffused in the air.
At the same time, Silver's paws dug up dirt as it came to a grinding halt before it looked back at Leon confusedly, "Awroof?"
"No, it's nothing. I'm probably just overthinking." Leon shook his head before he said, "Let us continue heading back."
"Arf, arf!"
Shortly after, Leon and Silver resumed their journey.
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