The summer air was humid and oppressive. From the coastline of Anriel all the way to the foot of the Five Realms Mountain Range, mosquitoes swarmed their breeding grounds, and the quiet lakes in the valleys became their perfect haven. Birds were busy diving into the clouds of mosquitoes to hunt, while raptors circled higher, waiting for an opportunity to prey on those birds.
Beside that nameless lake was a bare little hill. With no vegetation on it, naturally, neither mosquitoes nor birds lingered there. The desolate and low hill stood out starkly compared to the nearby grasslands and other small hills covered with lush forests.
