「The shores of Gray Mist Lake, mid-June.」
It was the hottest time of the year, yet the damp vapor that perpetually hung over Gray Mist Lake blocked most of the sunlight. Instead of being scorching hot, the air here was as heavy and oppressive as a waterlogged woolen blanket.
Only occasionally would a carriage or two pass through, but none ever stopped.
Today, however, a commotion on the lakeside road leading to the Underground City entrance shattered the area's tranquility.
The advance party of the Black Teeth Mercenary Corps had arrived and was now a hive of feverish activity.
Sturdy Mercenaries swung axes and saws, felling swamp trees. The Mages accompanying them chanted in low voices, their hands shimmering with an earthen-yellow light as they repeatedly cast the Earth Shaping Skill upon the muddy ground. They were laying the foundation for a temporary camp, one that could support the main force and its supply train.
