In the warm season, the snowlines of Dagger Mountain and Curved Blade Mountain constantly rose, and had now climbed halfway up the mountainsides.
The mountaintops remained blanketed in white snow, while the foothills were lush and green.
The areas near the snowline were mostly shrubland. At that moment, the Red-eyed Rat King stopped before a thicket, carefully pushed aside several bushes, and slipped inside.
Kevin quickly followed. After confirming there was no danger, he let out a soft whine.
Russell squeezed into the bushes and immediately spotted an exposed rock within the thicket. The Red-eyed Rat King was sniffing around beneath it, while plump little bees flew in and out of a small hole under the rock.
"Chirp, chirp!" Red-eye cried anxiously, wanting to burrow into the hole beneath the rock.
But after evolving into a Phantom Beast, its body had grown one or two times larger, and it could no longer fit through such a small hole.
Kevin stuck his head over as well, but he was even bigger than Red-eye and had no chance of getting in.
Russell was in no hurry to investigate what lay inside. He reached forward with one hand and caught a plump little bee between his index and middle fingers.
The bee was covered in fuzz, like a tiny bear wrapped up snugly.
Its thick, stubby hind legs were coated with nectar.
"Huh!"
Russell was startled.
He could actually sense a faint, almost imperceptible trace of magic from this tiny bee.
"Is the magic carried by the nectar? Did it gather pollen from magic herbs?" His first guess was that the nectar contained magic. After all, magic herbs also bloomed and relied on bees for pollination, so it was only natural for them to possess magic.
But after sensing more carefully, his eyes