The day of the new year continue to create a noise that is enough to make anyone suprised. And along its cold wind more changes began t happened. Changes that made many figures make their move to reach thier own truth.
The wind in the north was the same as the others , it was sharp, colder than any blade, yet amongst the nerve breaking temperature a figure was enduring its cold wrath.
*Sigh*
"Does new year always long, or just me feeling it"
Apollo stood still in the middle of the snowy mountain unbothered. Snow drifted in lazy spirals across the silver plain as he overlooked a frozen lake near Lothar's small hut.
"They entire continent is going spiral because of Emilia. I have a plan to kill her but now I think I need to change it. Right I should first pay a visit on her"
Then a tiny spider appear on his finger tips looking innocent yet deadly.
"My dear friend what's goig on there, did you get anything?"
