The sky was a murky grey.
This was not because the clouds were blocking the sun and the moon, but rather, it had always been like this since long ago.
"The brilliance of the sun and the moon has been extinguished... this hazy light... seems to be emitted by a ring of flashing, floating creatures that move in the atmosphere..."
Aaron stood in front of a pile of ruins, and vaguely saw the sign, "Welcome to Romany."
This was supposed to be the border between Green Forest and the Romany Country.
However, all he saw was barren wasteland, an endless expanse of grey land without a hint of vegetation.
The original checkpoint had also turned into a pile of ruined bricks and tiles.
"Is this the Eighth Layer of History... the Apocalypse?"
Aaron looked at a decomposed bone in his hand, deep in thought.
Motula, the Si Sui of 'Secret,' quickly found the coordinates and keys to the Eighth Layer of History in the First Layer.
