"Roar!" Ange roared, releasing a raging Soul Impact. The skulls of field mice, each busy turning over seeds, exploded one after another, leaving a ground littered with death.
"Eh? Mice? How are there mice here?" Serene asked, taken aback.
"There are no mice here? How can such a large mountain range not have mice?" Negris was surprised.
"Of course not, I frequently come up here and have never seen a single mouse. Look at how barren this mountain is, what could mice possibly eat to survive?" Serene explained.
That made sense. Mice aren't Undead, and although they're known for their tenacity, they still require food to live. The mountains were full of rocks and nearly devoid of vegetation, so how could they possibly sustain mice?
"So, where did these mice come from?" Inquired Negris, curious.
