Godfrey looked at his surroundings. He was no longer in Shibuya, no longer hemmed in by towering buildings on both sides of the street, but on a hill. There was a path made due to several people walking through the same place, and that path led down to a half-burnt and completely abandoned town several dozen feet below.
The water wheel still spun, the wooden bridges made of hand-carved planks were still there. Godfrey couldn't really speculate, but he knew he had stepped into ancient Japan, a pocket world made by the mana tree.
He heard a soft growl and the sound of neighing, forcing him to turn back. His eyes settled on Ken and Ema.
Ken sat atop his summon's horse. A three-headed thin black horse with a silvery-white mane and tail. It looked like the messenger of death given form.
Beside him was Ema, who was also scanning the horse with intrigue. She leaned on her bear, one hand supporting her chin as her bear walked slowly.
"Tracker," Godfrey said.
