With a tap of his foot, Casio sunk deep into the ground, like a chisel.
He made a sudden leap forward, and the tidy bricks of the street behind him flipped up, coming together like grey waves.
A black line on the ground sprinted towards the Undead Cemetery.
The Undead Cemetery was not a graveyard, but more like a desolated area akin to an ancient battlefield or a mass grave, filled with odd-shaped rocks, dead trees, and the large number of skeletons of dark creatures deposited on the ground. It revealed a kind of ashen color, traces of the passing of time.
In the pile of bones, the Iron Knight and the Ghost Man kept running. Occasionally when a giant gust of wind attacked from behind, they would dodge to the left or right, or raise their hands to block it.
