Winter has passed, or rather, it has been over four months since the South-North war, recorded in the history books of various nations, ended.
It is now early summer.
The coldness over Vizima Lake has completely dissipated, turning into a refreshing clarity. The scent of lotus flowers and leaves fills the air under the scorching sun.
With a soft sound of "whoosh~bang," the airflow moved rapidly over the lake near Black Seagull Island due to the air pressure difference, eventually reaching equilibrium again.
A crack appeared on the lake's surface, as if glass had shattered.
The first to emerge was a little cat tumbling like a gourd.
Yarn Ball was extremely nervous, having no experience in crossing worlds, so it charged through the celestial rift headlong.
And Lann, at the time, mischievously withheld any warning.
