From the Foresee in front of him, John chose a path with lead him to an incompletely built neighborhood in the south of Owain City.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
He walked on a road filled with weeds and abandoned trash.
He didn't know what he stepped on, but there was a dull sound.
John's hands were still in his pockets with his hood on.
He stood on a high spot and looked down.
His distinct eyes scanned his surroundings.
This was a 'ghost city'-like incompletely built neighborhood.
It was built on the mountain behind Golden Bull Village and was like a lone island.
On the outskirts of the neighborhood, a lonely road meandered.
It was very quiet.
There was no sound at all.
John sensed and observed everything in front of him.
The mountain wind blew against his face and blew off the mottled outer wall.
Thick moss, giant taros, and other lush plants grew here.