Eight hundred miles of Taize Lake.
The vast misty waters stretch out with the lake's surface as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple.
Even in these chaotic times, Taize Lake remains the same as ever!
"Your bodies and names are destroyed, but the rivers and lakes last forever..."
"I, the third mixed-blood, have returned!"
Aaron pilots an Iron Leaf Boat, landing directly on a deserted island, murmuring to himself.
He still possesses a sense of homesickness, or rather, humans naturally feel safer in familiar places.
"Furthermore... this Taize Government Office isn't bad, every few decades in the lake, a spirit fish is born... this means that the lake has at least a little more spiritual energy than ordinary cities... suitable for growing medicine!"
Aaron has already begun his great plan for planting medicine.
