The sparse drizzle, like fine silver needles, quietly fell from the sky, soaking the slightly barren land of the Scale Earth Rift, and the air was filled with the moist scent of earth blended with the fresh fragrance of grass after the rain.
This trade route winds around the northwest border of the Sel Wilderness.
For many long years, it remained unknown, with few caravan tracks passing through.
Primarily because of the frequent appearance of monsters causing raids, coupled with the long distance to the Federation's garrison camp, safety was a concern, making it abandoned for years, with only wind and wild grass as its most loyal companions.
Only those impoverished small caravans, unable to afford the high fees of the main roads, would venture here out of desperation, clinging to a glimmer of hope, biting their teeth and daringly choosing this perilous path.
However.
Since that turning point over twenty years ago, everything here has undergone tremendous changes.
