The ground, which had turned into sticky, viscous mud after the recent rain, squelched unpleasantly under the soles of his expensive snow-white army boots made of calfskin. Still sleepy from a long night train ride, Miles, openly yawning, checked the map on his personal device, and what he saw made him frown. Had he taken a wrong turn? He was heading north, but it seemed like for some unknown reason he ended up going far to the east... strange. Must be because of another magnetic storm his navigation system went insane.

— Devilry, sighing in dissatisfaction, the young man put his personal device away and took an old style paper map out of his inner pocket. Judging by his location, he was now near some sort of small isolated village that brought together people who preferred silence and nature to urbanization.

Maybe not everything was that bad after all, huh.