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The daytime, they say, is a canvas of endless possibilities. 

Levon ran his fingers through his hair causally. 

From his waking to shard assimilation and training, he felt the day was the most vibrant he has ever had.

Now, he was no longer indoors, but OUT. 

Alongside everyone else, he stood amid the strange and peculiar surroundings.

Everyone was still gasping, seemingly all out of breath. 

What a cumbersome walk.

Many grumbled in their hearts, panting with exhaustion. 

Although shard training strengthened their bodies a little, they still found it difficult making it up here. 

Were they supposed to tread to and fro class from here? 

Every other hill was green, except this distinct yellow one. Well, it looked like the color of wheat—Yellowish brown.