Early spring, Hatrafa Port.
The tropical maritime climate of this region can be described as "long summer without winter." While in other places the weather is just starting to warm and life begins to flourish, the changes on the island are not so apparent.
Not only is it unaffected by the climate, but even the stormy affairs among the countries surrounding Potosi have no impact here.
One's capacity determines one's meal, and Milan is well aware of his own capabilities.
Early in the morning.
He called Milan to join him and ventured into the tropical jungle on the island, where the evergreen plants were lush and the wildflowers in the grass were blooming brilliantly.
Chirping!
Chatter!
Unknown birds and small animals were very active, revealing a rare vitality in the northern New Continent this time of year.
They walked along a path that had been purposefully cleared, arriving outside a rock cave as tall as two people.
Whoosh——
