Fierce battle with orcs
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Summer days in the Misty Mountains left as fast as they came.
Temperature in the region normally plunged to frosty winter conditions for nearly half the year. The next half would be separated into autumn and spring. Only occasionally, would the stingy sun allow its rays and heat to permeate down onto the ground.
Snow and ice would finally melt and usher in a brief period of floods. Perhaps, steam could be seen emitting from the mountain valleys as well.
Sheyan dipped his hand into the incomparably cooling stream water, allowing the chill to penetrate deep into his bones. He then splashed his face with the refreshing snowy water.
By his side, Annenia Cyathea released a nature magic art, 'Toxin-probe'. He then nodded with satisfaction.
"The river source isn't polluted, Sire Protector."
Sheyan then scooped the stream water to drink as water beads trickled down the cracks of his fingers, slithering down his neck and into his chest.