Dream Field Sakiko

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes.
The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? 
Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, 
"Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

Academic gathering with a lich

The sandstorm from the northwest had just ended, and here lay the edge of Sahazaan, where, upon some invisible boundary line, airborne sand and dust piled up respectfully on the other side as if encountering a barrier. This ancient land expressed its mystery to all, and within the barbarian tribes of Ocangas, that mystery was more akin to the roar of a dangerous predator declaring its presence. The green canopy of Sahazaan concealed blood and death; it lay there, stomach growling, eyeing these exiles.


The air was laced with an exhilarating, sweet stench, a constant reminder of the terror that pervaded this place. It was no doubt the right choice for the ancestors to have fled this land of death, and yet their descendants now engaged in foolish actions.


Chapter 640: Ancient Humans