"Deep in the Northern Territory's No Man's Land, the most dangerous things aren't the monsters, but the evil phenomena that are everywhere."
"They often appear as ordinary natural phenomena. Sometimes they're sandstorms, sometimes a sudden gust of wind, sometimes quicksand appearing beneath your feet, and sometimes mirages..."
"When you think everything is normal, you might suddenly find something extra beside you—or discover that something has disappeared."
In the teahouse that afternoon.
A group of people sat around together, listening to an old man recount the adventures of his youth.
"Back then, Supernatural Revival hadn't happened yet, but just like the Dry Stakes that had existed since ancient times, plenty of people had witnessed all kinds of evil things with their own eyes."
"There just weren't as many as there are now."
The old man wore a patterned cloth shirt and a small white cap. Every so often, he lifted his cup and took a sip of milk tea.
"Uncle Beard, everyone says you entered No Man's Land when you were young. What was it really like in there? Did you run into anything strange?"
A middle-aged man asked with a curious look on his face.
In any small town, one could find a place like this, whether a tavern or a teahouse, where a group of local middle-aged and elderly men gathered. With a cup of liquor or a bowl of tea, they could sit there all day.
From exploding planets to ants moving house, from astronomy and geography to the past and the future, there was nothing they weren't willing to voice an opinion on.
And because their views often differed, they would frequently argue until their faces were flushed.
In this current age, with Supernatural Revival underway and evil spirits running rampant,
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