"These damn bastards!"
Clutching his "Wail," Tuck peered through the projection window.
Barkin's small eyes carefully scrutinized the strangely behaving "Transcendents."
Regret, annoyance, and caution brewed within him.
Barkin remembered Tuck's instructions.
If something unusual happened, he was to run away immediately.
He had indeed prepared to do so.
But after a satisfying meal and a good night's sleep,
he realized that the outside world had changed.
It was too late for him to run away.
Outside, there were Transcendents everywhere behaving in extremely abstract ways, much like the "street artists" of St. Land.
The peculiar Transcendents, who appeared like marionettes, were initially unable to walk smoothly.
However, hours later, these Transcendents had started to walk in rather odd postures.
If this continued, soon they would act just as normal Transcendents do.
Some Transcendents had spoken of their journey deep into the Ashen Land,
