Ang drove along the coastline, gazing at the boundless ocean and marveling at the vastness of the empire. He had been traveling for more than four months, yet he had only set foot in six of the Wilderland Empire's sixteen provinces. Though these places had already shown him the world's breadth and diversity, he knew there were still countless sights he had never seen and cultures he had never experienced on this continent. The Wilderland Empire was far larger than he had initially imagined, and Ang increasingly understood that he was merely a passing traveler in this world—small and fleeting.
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult to travel across the entire empire in my lifetime." Thinking this, he drove the vehicle toward a quiet beach, intending to rest there for a while.
Ang found a clean stretch of sand and parked the hovercar beside it. He took off his shoes and stepped onto the soft beach, feeling its faint chill beneath his feet. Waves rolled against the shore one after another, carrying bursts of salty sea breeze. Ang took out a simple grill from his storage space, then used magic to summon several fresh sea fish and began preparing dinner. As the charcoal caught fire, the fragrance of grilled fish gradually spread. The sea breeze brought a hint of coolness, making this brief moment of comfort and peace all the more pleasant.
His dinner was simple: grilled fish, freshly squeezed fruit juice he had brought from Fornak, and several pieces of magical rations he had made himself. It was hardly luxurious, but the tranquility of this moment left Ang deeply satisfied. He sat on the sand with the juice in hand, watching the waves shimmer in the firelight as they whispered softly against the shore.
At the beginning of his journey,