The wind swept across the Wilds of the Four Borders. It was either the sea wind from Silver Bay, Kasha, or the Summer Wind from White Mountain, carrying the scent of the hills and wilderness. The air streamed across the sky, rolling cotton-like clouds slowly northward. Near the horizon, the clouds resembled a goddess reaching down from their depths to gently caress the distant, undulating hills.
As the wind swept over the hills, the grasslands rose and fell in succession, forming patches of varying shades. South of the Yundun region lay a forest like a mass of dark-green shadow. It contained countless species of trees, including thick-leaved maples and Elsen black pines. Their gray-white trunks were hidden beneath the shadows like toothpicks.
The forest and the alfalfa tributary beneath the low riverbanks formed a clear boundary. To the east lay the Elves' kingdom, facing the allied forces of the Temple of Flames across the river.
"Mr. Darus, have you ever seen scenery this magnificent in your homeland?"
"The Wilds of the Four Borders possess the only landscape of their kind in Vonder. As for grandeur, even the Sacred White Plains cannot compare, Your Highness." The general, clad in full armor atop his horse, gazed toward the horizon, trying to find traces of the Elves' movements, but found nothing. The Alqash Mountains descended from the sky like a shadow, clouds forever shrouding the peaks of the Howling Mountains, while several eagles soared through the Azure Sky.
He turned back toward the Imperial princess. His face appeared carved by knife and axe, filled with resolute determination. He vaguely resembled Brando, though his lips were thinner and his brow bones deeper, displaying the distinctive features of a highlander.
His brown eyes shone brightly, as if only such brilliance could support their owner's formidable