The first rays of the morning sun shone on the Meteor Plains. The basin that was surrounded by mountains on three sides was flat. Although it was between the mountains, the entire area was almost ten times the size of the Magical Beast Fortress. At this moment, it was exceptionally calm. A breeze blew over from the cold and hovered at the entrance of the basin. Perhaps it was because of the years of war but there were only bones left in the huge basin. Not a blade of grass grew.
"This direction happens to be facing the Northern Continent, and it also happens to be facing the Magical Beast Fortress. Therefore, every year when the Holy Spirit Ruins opens, what we have to do is to guard this exit and try our best to force the Magical Beasts to the other three sides. We have to let them spread out in the Magical Beast Forest. We can't let them come out of this exit and enter the continent."
