As the days trickled by, the snow that always followed the ground-smothering tradition... persisted. In this region at least, even when the sky decided to turn brighter, its warmth elevated by several tens of degrees, the cold fought back.
It was as if time was moving slowly, but the terrible news that had spread throughout Pelian, about the fall of the Belvion Union after one of its cities suddenly erupted with mysterious phenomena, some cataclysmic and some hysterical, but magically cynical, made all feel the pace of world grow more sombre.
Tales of a man who carried above him a treacherous thundercloud that spilled dazzling and destructive bolts of lightning; a mad boy who wreaked havoc with his immense physical strength and resilience, killing indiscriminately with a large smile on his face; a haunting ghost that spat out curses, turning the commonfolk pale... these were but a portion of the mysteries, all of them that at first seemed too ridiculous to be true.
