This was an immensely vast tundra. Fed by volcanic ash, the surrounding soil had grown fertile, and over the past several centuries, countless seeds had fallen into it with the help of passing birds.
As a result, all kinds of flowers and plants flourished across the vast tundra.
There were even quite a few small flowers blooming out of season, along with various wildflowers whose names no one could identify.
The view was dazzlingly colorful.
Although many exposed rock walls could be seen, along with numerous gaps, the ground was far from flat.
It was dotted with mounds, boulders, cliffs, and all sorts of strange landscapes.
Yet the area was extremely vast, possessing the openness of a grassland.
It also had the enveloping scenery of Silicon Valley in a basin, and was even like a paradise secluded from the outside world.
At such a time, a closer look revealed just how beautiful it was.
Only a few traces had been left beneath Pietro's feet.
Before long, however, they would be buried once more beneath the dust and return to stillness.
This enormous area had been sealed off, preventing tourists from ruining the beautiful scenery.
During the day, one could also enjoy such breathtaking views from the mountain.
But now that dusk had arrived, the landscape seemed even more mysterious and boundless.
As twilight gave way to night, the desolate tundra seemed to shimmer with a light of its own.
Countless plant lives had been nurtured here.
Though they came from all over and were different in every way, they had gathered and grown alongside one another here without the slightest awkwardness.
Everything looked so natural, as though it had always been meant to be this way.
"Do you know what he's trying to do?"
A few people stood on a