Happy with the more rural Astera, Kishin embarked on a journey to the coastal village, guided by the wife's detailed directions. The village was a quaint collection of thatched cottages nestled against the rugged shoreline. The salty breeze carried whispers of despair, as the villagers gathered in worried clusters, their eyes reflecting a mixture of uncertainty and exhaustion. As Kishin made his presence known, wearing a mask to hide his decaying bones, he was met with suspicion. The villagers regarded him with wary gazes, whispering among themselves, uncertain of his intentions. Even if he had taken human form, it's too fragile. Despite their skepticism, Kishin sensed a spark of hope within their hearts, a flicker of belief that perhaps he could provide the answers they sought.
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