Magician Old Blindie (1)

Golden Plains

Link had followed a couple of Agatha Nagas all the way here. He was not too sure why he had followed them in the first place. He was now simply letting pure instinct guide his footsteps as he searched for a way to fill the hole in his soul.

At first, he had thought about capturing one of the Nagas and peeking into her soul using soul magic to see if she knew anything he did not. However, he quickly dismissed the idea, fearing that it might alert the Nagas to his presence.

And so Link chose not to lay a hand on any of the Nagas and continued tailing them across the plains.

The moon of full bloom had risen. Though most of the grass and trees had withered away in the plains, new buds had already begun sprouting in their place. The Nagas slithered through the tall withered grass at top speed.