The fog was still thick. Black stones filled the gaps between the grasses on the ground. A tall withered tree stood in the middle of the large empty ground alone.
Beside the tree was a still, blue lake.
Several piles of bones were left ashore. Furthermore, this mysterious foggy place gave Angele an unpleasant feeling.
Angele glanced around. The only thing he discovered was his own self being surrounded by black cliffs. The empty ground in front of him was about the size of a soccer court, and the lake in the middle had a diameter of 10 meters.
That was all he could see here, only the area within Zero’s scan range was visible, the rest was still covered in fog.
Angele wiped the dust off his black robe and walked to the small lake.
He realized that the tree was in the center of the lake as he moved closer.
Its trunk was black, no leaves could be seen on the branches, and several white pigeons were flying above the tree.
*COO*
