The early morning in July in Chablis is a song composed by the chirping of mountain sparrows. When the dawn blankets the entire mountain forest, this small town between the mountains becomes lively.
The scent of small mint leaves fills the rooms arranged by the mountain people. Brand woke up early—as if coming to this world, the habits of a swordsman had overridden those of a gaming nerd. Sleeping in seemed like something from the last century.
Brand looked through the stone hole window on one side of the room at the undulating mountains of Chablis outside while pressing down on a paper card with two fingers, then flipping it open with his thumb. The Wind Element Crystal placed beside him immediately vaporized into a green smoke that merged into the card surface. A small whirlwind arose in the confined space, dimensional fissures opened and closed, and more than twenty Wind Spirit Spiders shot out from within.
