Far away from the fortress, deep inside the frozen wilderness beyond Frostvele, a violent windstorm swept across the snow-covered mountains while thick clouds rolled across the gray sky.
Randall suddenly sneezed loudly.
"ACHOO!"
He quickly wiped his nose with the back of his glove while looking irritated.
"Damn… which dumbshit is cursing behind my back?" Randall muttered while shivering slightly as the freezing wind hit his face.
The storm around them was fierce. Snowflakes flew wildly through the air while sharp gusts of wind howled across the mountain paths.
Behind him, several soldiers wrapped in thick black cloaks stood quietly while enduring the storm.
One of them heard Randall's complaint and spoke with a faint smile.
"Lord Randall… I think it might be the Lord who is remembering you."
Randall paused for a moment when he heard that.
"Lord remembering me?"
"It's possible…Father might be thinking about your usefulness,Grandpa."Wales spoke who accompanied Randall here.
