The blazing sun shines, its boundless brilliance pouring down on Struggle Land, a terrain now impossibly vast and desolate.
Because of the catastrophic upheaval, many could no longer recall what season it was anymore.
On the migratory path from Struggle Land to the Northern Territory, a majestic caravan rolled forward, kicking up clouds of dust that hung thickly in the air.
The sunlit dust always brought a sense of unease, flashing conspicuously before them, obscuring vision, and forcing them to breathe cautiously.
"We've entered the boundary of the Northern Territory," proclaimed a general of the New Moon Palace army, addressing the migrating group arranged in a long procession.
This group began migrating early and rode incredibly swift mounts.
Some creatures, like Emperor-level or Dominator-level beings, stretched hundreds or even thousands of meters in size—colossal entities capable of ferrying tens of thousands of people atop their backs, resembling entire moving lands.
