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Days pass one by one, and even a decade becomes but a blink of an eye.
In the autumn of the twelfth year of the Amber Calendar, the Shadowflame Kingdom on the Dragon Sleep Continent seemed somewhat desolate, as most of the population had already moved to Amber Dreamland.
Not many remained in the real world, including elves and phantom beasts, which had become extremely rare. However, free from human interference, the Shadowflame Kingdom thrived with lush vitality, radiating a primitive wild beauty.
Gone were the snowfields, replaced only by the seasonal changes of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Furious Wind City.
Now engulfed in heavy industry, giant smokestacks formed unbroken lines with no environmental standards; waste water ran rampant.
The surrounding area was nearly barren of any vegetation.
Even the bipedal flying dragons passing overhead were nearly vomiting, the pungent smell assaulting their senses.