[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Dominion of Oz]
[Winkie Country]
The plains seemed to stretch on without end.
Even after all the walking they had done, the landscape showed little sign of changing. The same broad expanses of faded grass continued beneath their feet, interrupted only by the occasional rise in the terrain and the scattered presence of yellow trees. Their branches swayed in the passing breeze. Every so often, the ground dipped or rose enough to offer a slightly different view, but the differences were so minor that they barely registered. No matter how far they travelled, the horizon remained distant, and the land ahead seemed to promise little more than another stretch of grass and another cluster of yellow trees.
The sound of their footsteps had become an irritatingly familiar sound.
Mikoto walked at the front, his expression remained unimpressed, and nothing about his manner suggested that he was particularly interested in admiring the scenery.
