Fight amid the forest
The sun had ascended to its pitiless throne, a burning eye of molten fire at the heart of the heavens. Its radiance fell in waves of liquid gold, drenching the world with a light that blinded the eye and seared the flesh. Heat shimmered off the ground, curving the air like twisted glass just from the furnace. Afternoon in the Moonstone Kingdom was no soft, yielding thing—it was crucible, fierce and relentless, but lovely in its ferocity. All blades of grass, all leaves that quivered in the glare, were trapped within that fierce radiance, as though the world had been contained within a furnace.
