On the second morning, the Haden Mountain Range was covered in layers of thin fog. Forest green contrasted with the rays of the morning sun, and the whole place gleamed with beautiful shades and colors. The beauty here was out of this world.
At the very top of the highest mountain, the golden castle was covered with seclusion. While all the views could be seen from the inside out, no one could see its existence from the outside.
Abel was sitting at the top-level platform as he drank his water spirit fruit juice. It looked to the others like he was relaxing, but he was conducting his spiritual practices in truth. He was choosing his followers so that one of them could receive a blessing from his heritage book.