Agron A witch cast a curse. The head of House Veilline had no choice but to send his son far to the north. Praying only that he would survive. The Great Northern Snowfield, The Snow Spirit Labyrinth — A place famed for its eternal snow. Also called “The Frozen Hell,” it was a land of brutal cold and ice all year round. A merciles...
Agron A witch cast a curse. The head of House Veilline had no choice but to send his son far to the north. Praying only that he would survive. The Great Northern Snowfield, The Snow Spirit Labyrinth — A place famed for its eternal snow. Also called “The Frozen Hell,” it was a land of brutal cold and ice all year round. A merciless demonic land that no conqueror would so much as glance at. And someone was crossing that very snowfield. Deep footprints trailed behind a lone figure, dotted across the snow. “Huff… huff…” Razor-sharp winds, thick with the cold of the arctic, lashed at his face and body. The man wore a heavy fur coat, but he didn’t fasten it; the exposed skin was flushed red from the chill. Icicles had formed on his beard from his constant breath. “Hmph.” At last, he reached his
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