His best finished product in his hand looked more like a carrot than a stag. Helplessly, he had to entrust this job to Tama. Most professional alchemists were supposed to be good at crafts, tailoring, painting, and even forging skills—of course, except for this half-baked alchemist Brand.
When he stepped out of the carriage, it was already close to dusk, and the sun was gradually sinking below the undulating mountains in the west. The afterglow of the sunset coated the mountains with a beautiful ancient bronze color, and the tips of the distant fir forest shone as if they were dusted with golden powder.
Brand held onto the carriage with one hand, looking at the evening glow on the horizon, and couldn't help but think that if he headed west in that direction, he would eventually encounter a towering mountain that reached into the clouds—the Kalanja Mountain Range, a majestic mountain stretching westward, forming a peninsula in the Dead Moon Inner Sea.
