Just like everyone else from the Green Centipede Clan, a youth found himself stranded alone all of a sudden, even though he had been standing amidst his Clansmen until now.
He was shocked upon hearing Compass Carburettor's voice. After recalling that it was the same voice as the person that was addressing them just now, he calmed down, looking at the path that was before him, "I should travel as far as possible?"
He looked at the path, frowning. It wasn't just the ground that was different, but the very environment itself.
Closest to him was a patch that spanned an area of a couple feet, not even wide enough for his entire body. Snow fell through it, disappearing the moment it touched the border.
On its right was a rainy patch where water continued to fall. But, the level of water on the ground didn't go over a certain level. It was surprising because it felt like each patch was a separate container.
