Aisha did not abandon Serey and continued to follow him, but as time passed, Aisha grew increasingly haggard. Although she was an Undead, her body was filled with a strange deathly aura.
"I remember this, Serey."
Aisha sat on the broad terrace, gazing at the field not far away, "We came here before, probably decades ago."
Serey walked out from inside, gently placing his hand on Aisha's shoulder, "Oh? Really? I have no recollection."
"It's normal for you not to remember," Aisha pointed towards the desolate plain, "There used to be a sea of flowers there, very beautiful. We lingered here for a long time and even asked someone to paint an oil painting."
Aisha remembered all of this; this was a land she had once personally measured. "Sadly, with the Dark Iron Curtain covering it, all life on the land has ceased, even the sea of flowers in my memory has withered into this appearance, leaving only cracked earth."
Serey said nothing.
