Brother Mouse, Eat Your Fill

The biting cold wind swept red sand across the Wasteland. At this time, the scorching fire elements had completely fallen silent, while the violent wind elements began to dominate the Elemental Tide, tearing away the last remnants of warmth from the ground.

It was deep in the night. Li Ziran was in the newly built Mill, with only four thick walls and a roof. A three-bladed windmill barely hung from the roof, telling passing travelers that this was a Mill that could offer lodging.

Mading'er!

Li Ziran had not found his Goddess of Fortune. No merchant caravan had been willing to take him in along the way. Fortunately, relying on his own two legs, he had finally reached the destination he had wanted to visit most. But Mading'er no longer showed its former prosperity.

Jon had completely melted this land. After it froze, it formed a vast expanse of crimson crystal-like solidification, transparent and brilliantly red even in the darkness.

This was good news for the creatures of the Wasteland. It meant there was a fixed foothold here, easier to settle in than the yellow-sand Wasteland and easier to build into a town.

Bang! Bang!

Li Ziran stomped twice. The red crystal was hard as steel. He could now imagine the heat from back then, enough to melt all this sand and stone completely, and to a depth of perhaps three stories.

Unconsciously, he glanced at Anfuni, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner. Her eyes were half-lidded as she meditated. Li Ziran had nothing to envy; perhaps the thing mages envied most about him was that he did not need to sit in one place and meditate bitterly.

Tedious and boring, yet something that had to be done.

Li Ziran looked at Jon on Anfuni's shoulder, wanting to see