The Sipoto Plains was the boundary that divided the north and central parts of the continent, a neutral zone that didn’t belong to any powers. Dry winds blew through it all year, while rain and clouds abandoned it. The desolate wasteland wasn’t a suitable environment for its nomadic natives, so they usually wandered the continent.

Hwiooooong...!

The westerly wind now had a bit of moisture to it now that the sand dragon, Desertio, had died. Some knew the story, but most didn’t. The first ones to realize were nature. The weeds of the wasteland were now competing with the shoots that grew from seeds that fell from the hands of travelers. It wasn’t a drastic change, but in a hundred years, no one would be able to call it a wasteland anymore.

But the plains was now welcoming visitors well before a hundred years had passed.

Flash! 

A majestic magic circle appeared out of nowhere. Unlike the usual magic circles, this one was designed for multiple uses, so as to create a...