On the edge of Huamen City, a solitary peak named Cyan Mountain stands,
and though "Cyan" was in its name, it felt like nature's cruel mockery of its once-vibrant past.
For the mountain had long since shed its former vibrancy and emerald hues, draped now in a deathly, gray-brown shroud.
The mountain was once a dazzling pearl on the city's edge, evergreen through all four seasons, with lush forests whose paths echoed with joyous laughter.
It was the premier destination for countless families on weekend outings, a place to create cherished memories together.
In spring, wildflowers bloomed in abundance.
In summer, its verdant canopy offered shade from the sun.
When the autumn winds blew, the forests blazed with color.
After a winter snow, it was draped in a silver-white mantle.
However, a sudden Evil Spirit tide, like dark clouds blotting out the sun,
instantly plunged this Paradise into endless darkness and terror.
