The Southern Territory had already entered summer. Normally, the season would bring a sweltering haze and rolling heat waves—so hot that even the wind seemed to hide, and the leaves couldn't be bothered to stir.
But now, the climate was surprisingly comfortable. A thin, short linen shirt was all one needed to enjoy the cool, gentle breeze.
Levi stood on his carriage and looked into the distance. The sky was high and the land vast. Under the sun, a gentle breeze rustled through the pine forest, and the ryegrass in the fields rolled like waves of wheat.
The entire terrain of Debei was relatively flat, with few mountains and many plains. This was why Debei had several times the number of cavalry as other nations; even a Baron might maintain a force of several hundred horsemen.
This land was in a constant state of change, yet it did not change for anyone. Not for the Demons now, and not for the people of the future.
