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Refreshing.

It was the first sensation that came to mind.

The fields of the Gnar Plains.

A broad, low grassland stretching between the Demon King's Army's advance route and the northern fortress.

Before the war began, the morning air there was cold. It was a place where the wind carried the scents of earth and grass together, before the dew that had settled on the ground overnight could catch the sunlight.

Breathing in that air felt as though it washed all the way to the depths of his lungs.

A brief tranquility before battle.

He remembered turning away regretfully, knowing he could never stay there for long and thinking that even this place would soon be burned away.

Ever since falling into Magitera, Kael had never smelled air like that.

The blue mist that entered through the gap in his broken gas mask reminded Kael of the morning in the Gnar Plains for a very brief moment...