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It was one and half years, since the entering of Raiken into the grave of an ancient battlefield.

At this time only one day of traveling was left to escape this hell.

Raiken was sitting cross-legged in a makeshift camp made from cloth he found in one grave and few broken spears as its support.

Weird marking was all around Camp which consists of ancient Symbols. These markings serve as protection to his camp.

"Finally, I will be able to meet with Lady. Oh, I can't wait for Sun to set to start the last leg of the route."

Few rules Raiken had learned surfing on the battlefield. During the first month, he almost died several times which taught him these rules of survival.

First was never to travel during the day as Sun shines so brightly that you will be dehydrated in no time in this barren land without water.