"Bang!"
A large hand, clad in scale armor, pressed a dark creature against the wall, crushing it into a flattened pulp, like stepping on a cockroach. The four-meter-tall demon idol retracted its arm, gazing out in silence.
This was a cluster of structures, the size of a small town, all in terrible disrepair. Stone houses, gray predominant with some faded black. The countless spots and patches seemed like traces of erosion, showing signs of the passage of time. The stone buildings carried a medieval architectural style, with irregular gaps and holes. Some houses even had strange shapes, like large globs of melted chocolate. Roofs sagged, and doors were twisted out of shape.
Casio could clearly smell the scent of decay in the air, coming from the large open area surrounded by cliffs and woods behind the town.
He glanced back at the Ghost Man and the Iron Knight behind him and took the lead.
