Wandering Diary of the End of the Dharma Era

Claire woke up to find the world had gone mad. The castle had crumbled, the clans were gone, and the entire old era had been swept away. Claire wondered: Could things get any worse? —Indeed, they could. What about losing half of her soul? What about having to travel across mountains and rivers to gather the scattered fragments of her lost soul and piece them back together like a puzzle? And so, the witch embarked on her journey. She walked through empty, desolate towers, through scorching, burning volcanoes, through plains that wailed through the night, through lighthouses that refused to go dark, through ice fields where night reigned eternal... She brought closure to every unfinish...