Between the cracks of the creepers, the dark windows occasionally passed through everyone's line of sight, whistling in the wind. An inexplicably creepy sensation, but it was expected in a deserted village.
Ahead was a turn.
Israel glanced in surprise and asked, "Has there been a fire here?"
Signs of a fire had scathed a long stretch of street ahead, blackness crawled over the walls and ground like mold does.
The two large trees beside the road were shriveled, with no leaves despite it being midsummer. The wrinkles in the bark gave a feeling of impending lifelessness.
"Ah? It was fine this morning..."
The gunner also had a puzzled expression.
Casio frowned. Standing on this street, a chilling sensation ran through his pores, it was rather uncomfortable.
"Hmm? There are marks of a battle."
Israel pointed out abruptly, indicating a wall on his right.
Casio immediately moved over to take a look, squatting by the site.
