Today is the last day of this terrible year, or possibly the beginning of an even worse one. No one knows what will happen after passing through this night—at least the ordinary residents of New Thor City do not. Compared to the serpent men on the Pate Plain, they are more concerned about the current weather. The large snowflakes drifting from the sky no longer bring them the festive atmosphere as they used to, but only make this dark winter colder.
Pedestrians hurriedly pass through those streets and alleys, saying nothing, just trying to wrap themselves as tightly as possible in their cloaks. When passersby walk by, they don't greet each other, only glancing sideways with their eyes before quickly passing by. No one is in the mood for conversation, nor willing to stop. Only occasionally, they would look up to see the city's most famous structure, the Mage Association's Great Magic Tower—no matter from which corner, as long as you look up, this tall building will steal your gaze.
