The Floating Islands
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In a wild place like the realm of Chaos, nothing was constant. Even the mist in the wilderness had many changes in concentration and color over the past few years. These changes were usually telltale signs of the direction that the forces of Order and Chaos in Collow were heading in. They had a significant meaning to the mortals living in that world as every subtle clue was related to the survival of countless lives.
In the long history of struggle, humans had mastered the methods of observing and recording the environmental data of the realm of Chaos. One of the critical observation data centers was the sanctuary like the furnace tower.