The June rain carried gusts of wind and thunder, gradually turning the soft earth into a mire. The farmlands near the river grew lush, and the river's level slowly rose. However, on the western bank of the Adobe River, in the once-thriving territory of Golden Bay, skirmishes and small-scale fights frequently erupted around various villages. Blood bloomed, buried under dust and mud, injecting vitality into the jungle farmlands, while more fertilizer was buried beneath the riverside cornfields.
"Ha! The current situation is like a group of monkeys gathered, wielding stones, clinging to trees as they fend off the wolves... The battle of Golden Bay City is indeed not one to be rushed!"
