Shami walked slowly within the Demon Realm.
Despite the clear day, with an endless blue sky and bright sunshine, the temperature around had dropped, and each passing breeze carried the breath of early winter.
On the ground of the Demon Realm, fine snow had begun to fall on the distant mountains, and the northern dense forests were occasionally shrouded in drizzle.
Yet, in the southern plains region, the Demon Realm remained vibrant.
What the Demon Realm lacked least was lakes and rivers.
Most parts of the Demon Realm consisted of plains and hills. On the flat hills and plains, lakes were embedded like blue jewels, and rivers flowed like ribbons.
This provided excellent development space for the Fishman Race.
Shami slowly walked towards the Fishmen's territory.
Demon Realm. Northwest side. Fishman Lake.
When Shami arrived at the crystalline-clear large lake, he saw signs around the lake written in Fishman language: [Please Do Not Litter].
