The sunny days always vanish in the blink of an eye. With the arrival of June, the northeast coast of the Vortex Sea finally entered summer.
On the Beixi Valley Plain, the burning sun was like a harsh overseer, equitably whipping every shoulder with its scorching lash.
The boiling heatwaves twisted in the air, blurring the distant horizon into a shimmering mirage.
However, more fervent than the blurred horizon was the clamor spreading across this vast land—
"Keep it up, brothers!"
"For tonight's barbecue and beer!"
"Awooo!"
Thousands of strong Lizardmen, bare-chested, their emerald green scales glistening like metal in the sunlight.
They formed an endless line, like a precise machine composed of flesh and blood, operating vigorously on this Wilderness.
This was the railway construction site connecting Thunder City and the capital of North Stream Valley, Glanston Castle.
