Journey

Ashnard in his flashy white shirt walks in the fields at night. From a distance, he looks like a ghost who wanders in search of revenge for his misfortune.

Ashnard repeatedly looked back at the city sheltered behind the walls, where the bright lights and comfortable atmosphere made him feel like he didn't want to leave.

But, what else could Ashnard do?

His hands gripped the straps of his bag. His sword swayed at his waist as Ashnard quickened his pace. He walked quickly to the south.

Ashnard wasn't sure which direction he was headed to reach the academy via a common route. He only knew that the academy was very far away if it was only on foot. Ashnard had thought about dealing with this.

He remembered the path of the abyss that led him to the river. And the river flows straight into the academy. That's where it will go.