Early in the morning.

The sun shines on the earth.

A calm lake of the moon is bathed in the faint morning light, exuding a hazy atmosphere.

The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding imaginary mountains and forests, as if it were a hidden wonderland.

A wonderland made of illusion.

On the shores of the lake, an old stone bridge spans the lake, connecting the trails on the shore with the woods on the opposite bank.

Stone

"The First Necromancer of the Worlds, the Flower of the Corpse Guard at the Beginning" Chapter 25 Goodbye to the sick big octopus is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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