Texas, Atakapa.
The distant waves shimmered as the sea breeze dispelled the heat lingering around. Jeanne used her palm to make a small tent over her eyes, gazing into the distance: "How did the three of us get thrown into this godforsaken place?"
A dilapidated small fishing boat was moored at the nearby pier.
Next to it stood a severely faded wooden sign that read "Welcome to Atakapa."
This place was clearly the New Continent.
"Another accident happened."
Furinjira couldn't help but complain: "But although we got separated from the adults this time, at least we made it in here."
"What kind of place is the New Continent?"
Prajna slowly asked, with a rare hint of curiosity in his tone.
Jeanne pondered for a moment and replied: "A place where demons dance in chaos. All sorts of strange things under the sky could happen here, no matter how unbelievable."
