When he had completely forgotten even his own name, Ronan finally halted.
He sat down on the snowy ground, closed his eyes, and started to think.
In a daze, he seemed to merge with the ice plains beneath him, and then the sky above started to change.
The frozen Northern Lights all began to flow, alternating nineteen cycles of daylight.
His consciousness stretched out infinitely.
Brushing aside the thick snow underfoot, Ronan saw figures frozen in the layers of ice, from all races, adorned in ancient clothing, with ice-made roses growing out of their chests, mouths, and eyes.
On the ice plains, giant beasts roamed, emitting desolate and distant low roars.
Jagged and steep glaciers undulated, yet upon closer look, appeared like shattered, massive ice crowns.
Millions of frozen weapons formed a blade-up snowfield, as blood-eyed giants knelt on the ground, forcefully tearing open their chests, white ribs propping up a massive throne....
