"AI chip, confirm the location."
Hutson stood motionless, his gaze scanning the unfamiliar landscape around him.
"Based on terrain comparison, the probability that this was the Dragon's Beard Grass farmland is 99.99%."
Hutson exhaled slowly.
"So it wasn't my imagination. This really was the farmland."
But now—there was nothing.
The carefully cultivated fields were gone.
The paths between the plots had vanished.
It was as if the land had never been touched.
Hutson furrowed his brows, then steeled himself and began moving toward the pine forest.
His movements were slow, deliberate—silent.
The weight of last night's horrors still clung to him, an instinctive wariness burned into his bones.
Finally, when he reached a vantage point where he could barely see the edge of the forest, he stopped, his eyes scanning for movement.
And then he noticed—
"The spiderwebs… they're gone."
The realization made his skin prickle.
