From Mount Kilimanjaro, a year had passed since the battle at Ape Flame Valley.
The outside world was unpredictably changeable, and all the ancient relics across the world had undergone inexplicable changes, but these changes hadn't sparked any significant disturbances, as if they were merely accumulating.
At this moment.
"Hm? Where is this?"
A young boy, in a hidden part of a vast grassland, slowly opened his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.
As he opened his eyes, a blood-red sky and dim surroundings, somewhat gray and hazy, came into view.
The boy struggled slightly to get up, attempting to clearly see his surroundings, but he could only see up to a few meters around him.
"You're awake? Lie down quickly, your injuries are severe."
Just as the boy was about to get up, a voice soft and fluid like a song from a young girl reached him.
He turned his head to see a girl in a light green long dress entering his view.
