"Divine Treasure?"
The Mercury Wooden Horse suddenly pulled out a small knife. When Tamasi looked over, she cut off her own palm and threw it into the bonfire. The flesh melted in the flame like snow, and as the tongues of fire rose, the march of the night seemed to come to a halt.
"It's the treasure of the Divine Beings," she said calmly. "You've only been here for one day; what are your impressions of Senluo?"
Harvey said, "Rotting corpses sprouting a host of maggots. To put it nicely, it's like old, withered branches sprouting new buds."
Igula said, "The environment here is extremely harsh, with threats from the outside—green-severing black night; and internal strife—collisions of different Great Skill ideologies."
"A chaotic wasteland," Ash spoke. "It seems you once had a glorious era. I completely don't understand how you managed to get to this state; it's already 1668, and you're still in an era of endless wars."
