I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my face as I beheld the rolling green hills of my farm. They stretched out and over the horizon, meeting the beautiful blue sky that was dotted with fluffy clouds.The winter had been long and hard. And while winter had its own charms… this time it had gone on for long enough.My family had endured an attack from a Demonic cultivator army, a battle that had scarred the land for kilometers around us. The damage done by the Demonic cultivators had been extensive. Entire swathes of forest had been knocked over, burned, or poisoned and turned to sludge. We’d worked around the clock to repair it… but the wounds had been obvious, preserved by the quiet cold. The winter had stilled the world outside, practically frozen it in time. Spring, however, was the complete opposite.Spring, loud, bold, brash and unrepentantly alive, was here. A riot of motion and growth stirred.You could smell it. The blooming wildflowers, the damp earth, and the fresh shoots of springtime grasses. It made the air sweet with its scent, a natural perfume that never got old. It was carried on the breeze from the south, the warming air only adding to its strength.You could hear it. The chorus of a hundred thousand birds in the forests and frogs in the river singing their little hearts out. They were joined by millions of insects: crickets chirped, flies buzzed, and the army of bees we hosted (...)