A village covered in crimson flowers. A sweet smell that filled the air.
It was a beautiful sight and nothing like a town afflicted by evil.
There was an eerie peacefulness that permeated the air.
"Master," Mako said. "This is the village, right?"
"Yes it is," Sei replied, amazed at the sight. "Let's get going."
Mako followed his master down the path that lead into the valley where the town was nestled.
As they grew nearer to the town, the amount of flowers began to grow.
They had never seen flowers like these crimson ones.
On their way to the village. Sei and Mako were able to uncover some of the history of the village. It was nothing special. Founded by pilgrims around 300 years ago. Nestled in the center of a valley. It was a stop point for other pilgrims to reach a temple that was beyond the valley.
