Soon, a night had passed, the darkness faded away, and dawn arrived.
The glowing red light of the eastern sky pierced through the white mist, seeping out from the horizon.
"Clip-clop, clip-clop..."
The sound of horse hooves filled the air, and Richard, guided by his memory, rode to the small town where he had spent the night before.
However, all that lay before him were ruins—an abandoned, desolate town, starkly different from what he had seen initially.
Riding into the town, Richard struggled to compare the layout he remembered with the current scene, noting several similarities such as the orientation of the streets, the location of certain buildings, and the open space in the center of town, yet much more was unrecognizable.
Following his memory, he arrived at the inn where he had stayed overnight, found that the inn indeed existed, and even within the dilapidated rooms, he discovered traces of his previous stay.
