The falling snow that melted in your face, the ever white snow that filled the lands, and the cold that stuck to one's skin. To most, the North was a snowy abyss where you could die at any given moment.
Aside from the snow-biting cold, there were numerous monsters, barbarian tribes, and, not to mention, the occasional skirmishes against other countries.
Yet to Lucen and the others, this place was home. It didn't take long for their group to once again see the high walls of Ironhold.
They had finally returned from the Capital to their home. Seeing the high walls and even facing those monsters before arriving here felt better than those irritating talks with other nobles.
It had only been a couple of months since they left Ironhold, but it felt so much longer. When they entered through the gates, Lucen saw Vahn alongside his younger brother Cael. Behind the two were his subordinates from Thornefang.
