The beach on the Northern Coast, under the bright sun, with calm tides rolling like fish scales, emitting a salty smell beneath the waves.
Everything was no different from usual.
It made one doubt whether the "calamity" coming in three days would really arrive.
However, adhering to the attitude of rather believing it exists than not, Ticky still honestly followed the Demon King's decree and, along with other players, packed up the rubbish at Withered Wood Port, preparing to migrate to the Sun Step Mountain Range...
It seems that the great lord had planned this a long time ago, which is why there were no major repairs or constructions at Withered Wood Port. The only fortress was merely a walled one, located on a nearby high ground hill.
After stuffing the last bag of luggage into the wooden box, Ticky, wearing a captain's hat, looped it with a belt and dragged it to the muddy ground by the beach, then tossed it onto a steam cart parked there.
