The Sunset City under the Sleeping Moon already has a hint of desolation.
From the paths between the countryside to the broad smooth boulevard, thick snow blankets the ground, stretching endlessly with no sign of a single figure.
Whoosh!
A giant wolf dashes madly across the snow, kicking up a flurry of snowflakes.
The giant wolf stands almost chest-high to an adult male human, with a light gray body, agile and powerful limbs, occasionally baring its mouth to exhale a breath of white mist during its run, faintly revealing extremely sharp fangs, with traces of blood seemingly still lodged between the teeth.
Even more astonishing, the giant wolf has a horn on its head.
Fanor tightens the fur cloak around his body as he rides on the wolf's back, glancing at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and couldn't help but curse.
"Damn weather!"
In such cold weather, even someone like him, a second-level Wizard Apprentice, finds it difficult to endure.
