Night at the southern wastelands in the world of Grandia.
Joshua stood at the peak of a mountain, overlooking the land below.
Before him was a continent shrouded in darkness. There was no illumination, no torches and no light that civilization and intelligence would bring. The complete dullness devoured everything, with obscurely seen Death Shades wandering as they wailed shrilly.
It had been almost ten days after he had arrived in the area. The warrior had searched through every corner of these lands, streaking across all directions. Along the way, he saved at least thirty survivors in shelters, killing Death Shades by the ten thousand and increasing his energy output level to 63%.
But it was meaningless, with Joshua's brow so furrowed in frustration it was essentially standing upright—as if she had vanished, there was no trace of the dragon-winged girl.