Book 14: Chapter 41
The owner of a huge pair of yellow eyes peered into the distance. The owner’s huge body rested on a brown boulder. Its blue scales appeared to be a part of the boulder below. The owner had their long tail behind them. The owner irritably smacked the ground with the tip of their tail, kicking up dirt and dust that had been collected there for millenniums.
That was forever the state of the place during the day. There was virtually never a day where there wasn’t sand and dirt. The sand floated in the air as a result of the wind picking it up, thereby shrouding the sky. The sunlight couldn’t pierce the curtain of sand there. Only the sunset rays that carried the shadow of the specks of sand lit up that part of the world.
Everything here looked yellow. Yellow boulders, yellow tumbleweed, yellow lizards and yellow sawtooth wolves. The huge yellow gerbils that relied on tumbleweed and rocks to live… Actually, they weren’t yellow. It would be more correct to say they appeared yellow according a woman, who was once part of a race that had a highly advanced civilisation. Although their civilisation had become the sand and dust covering the place, she was still proud of her race and past.
Perhaps that it was the nature of animals to be proud of their race. After all, a stubborn fire-red fox behaved the same way. Let’s put the fox aside for now, though. Somebody was still being pampered and doted on by their mother in every way possible, so let’s check out the huge blue beast first.
The huge beast peered in a particular direction with its eyes similar to a snake’s. She was at the highest location there. Nothing above ground level was safe there due to the strong winds. The sand the wind blew over only piled up higher and higher owing to the boulder she was on.
The end of the yellow desert was visible from there. A vague boundary line existed at the end of the place. There was nothing in between. On the other side was green grass and dense forests. The fragrance of the forest and the pure mana on the other side, which was where the yellow eyes were fixated on, was completely different to the desolate place. That place with green grass and dense forests was the elven lands.
There was only one possible reason for there to be barren land in the elven lands, and that was the land no longer had mana protecting it. Mana was the source of all life. Land without mana lost its green colour, which was the sign of life, and elves wouldn’t be able to survive.
There was a reason her home was destroyed. The lack of mana caused one consequence, which led to another consequence. Being arrogant, their race refused to share the elven spring water with the elves, as they had their own way of producing mana.
Their land had life thanks to their existence. They should’ve lived there properly, but their innate battle-hungry nature and their murderous urges still flowed in their blood. They couldn’t attack the elves, for they had signed an agreement with them. As a consequence, they targeted their own kind despite their population being extremely small to begin with.