It was a hot evening. The orange sun shot out its rays upon the surface and the winds barely passed by. The floor was but dried dirt and the soil was hard. The environment barely consisted of trees and there were cracks on the floors. There were mountains all around the area and no voices could be heard. Nothing but starved mana beast roamed this area, or so people thought.
From the mountains, one could see smoke. Someone started a fire camp. They grilled their fish and dug into it. After eating every last bone, they laid down rubbing their stomachs after such a hot meal.
" Same food every day huh?" A boy laid down by the campfire.
He had golden-brown hair. He also had the eyes of a fox, you could barely even see his pupil so it was hard for anyone to tell his eye color and a sharp nose. His face was a bit long to suit his eyes and his clothing was that of a caveman's. The boy was taking warmth from the campfire.
