Village
"That's not possible. We're stepping on... a Crimson Lotus camp," Enatsu whispered, looking around. Every single bush that grew on that piece of land was in the same condition.
It was as if a sudden plague had fallen upon those strong and lush plants, dehydrating them and letting them die.
"I don't understand. What's wrong? Maybe the inhabitants of this place did not take care of the camp, or maybe there was a period of drought and ..." as he spoke, Yoichi heard the sound of the sea. "Okay, no. The dry weather is out of the question. There was a well even in that old abandoned tower."
"None of this makes sense. The earth is still moist, Yoichi. These flowers died overnight," Enatsu explained, resting his hand on the soil next to the bush.
"It seems that the only people left in the village are some refugees over there, in those three huts" – Shioko's voice rumbled behind the two adventurers, who turned in her direction.