The village was certainly beautiful, at least in Matias's eyes. Lush flora peppered every inch of land, some even climbing the walls of seemingly vacant houses. Many colors but mostly green painted what would have been an otherwise dull neighborhood. Pixie Village bustled with life, but Matias had never been somewhere that felt this dead.

Oleander's wings clicked behind them, taking them up and atop a terracotta roof that clacked under their boots. It was then that Matias caught sight of their sniper rifle behind their back, something he somehow missed earlier. Looks like they came prepared.

"... You don't think that..."

Matias shook his head, scoffing softly.

"... No, never mind. Let's just look around."