"Where am I?" Gaia, the queen of the forests, wondered as she sat in the middle of a desolate place that was once full of life. After her battle with the king of dragons, it had turned into a desert.
"What was I supposed to do? I remember Dmitry asked me to do something." Scratching her head, a strong dizziness overtook her, and surprised by the persistent imbalance, she fell to the ground while trying to stand up.
"My head hurts." Running her hand over her forehead, she cut the tip of her index finger as it passed over her forehead.
"I understand now; it was that swordsman's strike." Gaia, having discovered one of the things that had left her curious, inserted two fingers into her forehead and pulled out the tip of a sword blade.
"If I recall, he introduced himself as Arm Number Four." After closely examining the blade in her hand, as if rewinding a tape, Gaia remembered everything.
