Lethia swept her gaze across the aged house.
She swallowed hard when she realized how impossible it was to stumble upon an abandoned place like this in the middle of the forest—unless someone had been familiar with the location.
"You walked here so confidently. Are your memories vivid about your past?"
Whisney purred.
["No. It's just my instinct. I even doubt myself if this is really where I used to be."]
"Well, you've traveled way too far if your instinct was right."
["If this is true, you must know this continent once belonged to the same land as your continent before doomsday."]
Lethia inhaled the air, thick with the scent of dried leaves and wet earth.
Well, this forest sat at the foot of a mountain. And spirit foxes only lived in seclusion on mountains. In her country, there were no mountains. So, what Whisney said made sense.
After doomsday, land and sea shifted with tectonic rage. Many lands sank, and new ones emerged. That only strengthened Whisney's theory.
