Masanori and Ichika stood at what must have once been the mouth of a small creek leading into a large, magnificent lake. From what he could tell based on how the dirt and sand splayed about the ground, the lake hadn’t dried out due to lack of water flow over the years. Rather, the water had disappeared within days, possibly even faster.
If the dried landscape had once been a glorious body of water, surely there had to be a drop left somewhere?
Escape seemed within reach for the first time since their arrival. Masanori took a careful step down from the creek mouth and into the lake bottom. He half expected Gensou or Tama to warn him of caution, but neither of their voices came.
“This is terrible; no wonder that kijo was starving and that minogame was cranky.” Ichika’s footsteps hurried
