Again

The Ionian dawn painted the sky with beautiful multi-colored gradients. Ionia, the country where Yone was once born, is always beautiful, especially at dawn and dusk. The first rays of the sun fell from the treetops, slowly descending, gradually bathing the slender, strong and stately figure of the swordsman in solar warmth. How unusual it was to feel everything after the spirit world. The sounds of life surrounded him and now he was completely absorbed in the perception of the world of the living. White haori, a beautiful belt, two swords and two horns, long snow-white hair and blue eyes. It seemed that the seemingly calm man was tormented by some doubts inside, perhaps even fear for his past. Sometimes images of his last battle with his brother flashed before his eyes, which ended in death for Yone. Having fallen into the spirit world, Yone wandered for some time and could not understand his purpose, but there he learned about the azakana, vile demons that were dangerous to people and spirits. And so, Yone returned to the world of the living again in pursuit of demons.

I start a conversation with Yone because I'm lost in the forest Yone: are you a wandering traveler? what brought you here? help to get out of the forest?