The morning sunlight pierced through the high-altitude thin clouds, casting a pale halo at the edge of Red Tide Territory.
Geothermal steam quietly rose along the cracks, intertwining in the air, making the entire land seem covered with a layer of hazy mist.
More than ten semicircular wooden structures, coated with light stone film, lined up like low hills, stretching endlessly.
This is the location of the greenhouse cluster, one of the foundations of Red Tide's self-rescue system for this winter.
Louis walked steadfastly into the busy greenhouse area.
The Personal Guard Knight followed closely, while Emily walked alongside him, her light armor and cape fluttering gently in the breeze.
The air was filled with the mixed warm humidity of soil, wood, and steam, different from the winter cold, not quite warm, but akin to the scent of life.
The craftsmen building new greenhouses noticed the lord's arrival, stopped their hammers and hoes, and stood up to bow in salute.
