June stood at the edge of the ruined village, his body aching from the recent battle. The air was thick with the scent of ash and decay, and the sky overhead was a dull gray, casting a somber light over the desolate landscape.
As he surveyed the devastation, a faint whisper reached his ears—a voice, indistinct yet insistent, pulling at the edges of his consciousness. It was not a sound carried by the wind, but something deeper, resonating within him.
Compelled by this mysterious summons, June began to walk, his steps guided more by instinct than reason. The path led him through the charred remains of what had once been homes, past the skeletal structures of buildings long since collapsed.
