The land of Farhak lies further north of Eisenberg's estate. Due to its geographical location, the whole region has always been cold and barren. The only season in Farhak is merciless winter. The night keeps on going, and the dawn never comes, except for those rare, longer-than-normal summer days.
Zephariel enters the land of Farhak in disguise. With a thick cloak over his body and a shielding spell to cover his azure eyes and blonde hair, he skulks along the mossy cobblestones leading to the castle of his nemesis. Emile of Farhak. The king with no crown. Merging himself with the indistinguishable black and brown drapes of the people, he has no problem advancing to the royal court. He stands by the gate, looking in, waiting with the rest for Emile to appear. His intention is different. His gaze burns the embroidered velvet curtains with hatred.
