Autumn has arrived in Holshire but Roes didn't think about it and just took a scroll on the wood with her limping leg.
It was a bright morning where the sky looked so white, the trees black, and figures that are been roaming around took the same road towards the end of the road, they were black. Typically, the color of the undead.
Roes walked further until she finally saw the silver sparkling flowing thing by the wet area in the middle of the woods. It was endless and its source was unknown but this was the only thing that keeps her moving. Water.
But she didn't know that and took her dry mouth by the water and drank with her mouth half-opened, positioned just like how a nomad didn't know things.
He heard a faint bark by the distance. It was a small, crawling black thing that has been
