Three days passed since we left the village. On the way, we passed through fields, swamps, and even abandoned villages. Death really was everywhere.
Spending nights in empty houses, while staring at the ceiling was a reminder, anything could happen in this world. Entire villages could be wiped out and people could die even in the cities. Nowhere was safe and nobody was exempt from it.
This really is a cruel world.
It was a sorry sight, and this world was cruel: but it was the truth. I should have known.
As we marched through the lands, monsters obstructed our path here and there. They were too used to eating humans. So every time they saw us, they always came at us in packs. The monsters weren't particularly strong and there weren't too many undead. The only problem was the goblins. But occasionally something called wyverns attacked us.
