A chilly breeze swept across the ten-mile-long embankment, sending a woeful hum over the clear Sky Wolf Lake, wrinkling the azure surface and startling a flock of birds into flight.
This holy land of the Sky Wolf Clan is immensely vast; although the large lake teems with flocks of birds and fishes, and little specks of green plants dotted the surface like stars, it hardly counts for anything. Those azure ripples and the dilapidated relics of the Sky Wolf seem to be the eternal theme of this world.
The group followed the Great Elder of the Sky Wolf Clan, crossing the ten-mile-long embankment and the nearly thousand-mile-long ruined palace, arriving in front of a series of unending mountains.
This is a vast mountainous area that, from the shape of it, looks like a giant wolf lying solo, proudly howling up to the sky, emanating waves of space-time pressure.
