Unbeknownst to anyone, time had quietly arrived at the year 275 of the New Calendar.
Between the Sel Wilderness and the Eternal Frost Tundra—the Border Area.
This land, once dotted with sparse greenery, had now been reshaped by the cold currents unleashed by the final battle of two Legendary Kings, and the ecological changes brought by the Dragon War.
The howling snowstorm, like countless invisible ice blades, relentlessly sliced through the exposed rock layers and frozen soil.
As far as the eye could see, only a chaotic white remained between the sky and earth. The thick snow greedily devoured every rise and edge on the surface, nearly assimilating the entire area into a cold extension of the Eternal Frost Tundra.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The roar of the snowstorm was the only eternal sound in this place.
Yet within the silver-clad land, Red Maple Valley seemed isolated from the world.
Regardless of the howling snowstorm outside, ice sealing for miles.
