February 20, Year 331.
Bay Territory, Misty Swamp.
Light rain.
The drizzle fell softly amidst the bewildering white fog.
It gradually breathed new life into the withered reeds, turning them a vibrant green.
All sorts of small creatures happily burrowed among the roots and stems.
Affected by the cleanup, the small lives at the bottom of the food chain were about to witness a new round of mass reproduction.
However, their prosperity would not last long.
Without the suppression of top-tier predators, the numbers of secondary predators would surge significantly, continuously increasing the pressure on these small lives.
Boom!
The surging soundwaves propagated in sequence to the surroundings.
The carefree small creatures scattered in fright.
The vibrations that spread everywhere caused the tranquil puddles to ripple.
Annie curiously looked over and saw the rolling mist, her eyes revealing traces of thought as she mused and asked,
"Are they conducting a real combat training?"
