The Garden That Colors the Earth (8)

A field blanketed in golden mist.

Though not a breath of wind was blowing, dense pollen drifted through the air.

Even the enormous flower bud rising in the distance revealed only a faint outline.

The Hero Party pushed through the pollen fog.

The wind Shabel raised created a passage just wide enough for the six of them to barely pass through.

Pollen striking the boundary of the wind streamed down like rainwater.

“Everyone, stay close together. Be careful not to step outside the boundary.”

Shabel, at the head of the group, repeatedly warned them.

Shabel’s wind, compressed as densely as possible, perfectly blocked the incoming pollen.

But because the protected area was so narrow, anyone could be exposed if the formation wavered even slightly...