The grocery store owner of Guru Village, Oha, looked nervous. He had returned to the place where he had set up his stall yesterday out of curiosity. After all, the words spoken by the stranger in the tavern last night kept echoing in his mind, compelling him to rush there first thing in the morning to investigate.
He wouldn't have known if he hadn't looked, but one glance gave him a shock: the once ordinary road was now a ravaged eyesore.
For the first time, Oha had a chilling thought: This land is dead.
The land appeared as a gangrenous lump of flesh, swarming with flies and maggots. Its revolting appearance was made worse by the continuous emission of foul odors.
Upon seeing the devastation, Oha felt nauseous. It was as though something in his stomach was relentlessly churning, and before long, he had vomited his breakfast.
