The rainy season of the Sel Wilderness was nearing its end, but the wind and snow in the Border Area seemed never-ending.
The cold northern winds stirred up dense snowflakes, wildly dancing under the leaden sky, draping the entire Border Area in a thick white curtain, casting the world into a vast expanse of desolation.
Whoosh!
A scarlet comet abruptly pierced through the white world, tearing through the wind and snow at an unimaginable speed, tracing a searing path across the sky.
On the ground, some sentry guards noticed this astonishing celestial phenomenon.
They were initially shocked and tense, but then a widely circulated saying surfaced in their minds, and their gazes quickly turned into deep awe and reverence.
In the current Border Area, many of the new generation of Molten Iron Followers had never seen their king with their own eyes.
However, a legend had taken deep root in their hearts.
