As the brilliant sunlight crossed the ridgeline of the eastern mountains, the giant sun gradually rose to the sky's zenith. The faintly textured gaseous coronet around it dispersed a misty halo. Under the shine of this glorious giant sun, even the barren wasteland border seemed to be infused with vigorous life; distant mountains and nearby vegetation looked vibrant under the sunlight—Queen Belsetia looked up at the sky, her platinum-colored pupils seemed to ripple with a fine layer of gold light, then she withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly to Gawain beside her: "The weather control team's results are good, it seems this clear weather can last many days."
