January 10th, as night fell.
This year's Frost Month was even colder than usual. Lide walked slowly along the snow-covered streets of the Iron Hoof Tribe, outside the streets there was no one to be seen, only a sparse number of Centaur Warriors were on patrol.
It seemed the big freeze had seized not just the land, but also slowed everyone's movements.
Ever since he discovered the Chaos and Eye of Death, Risier City felt as if it had touched some forbidden realm, and the number of Beastman troops sent out on alert had increased.
Direwolves howled across the snowy ground, and Double-legged Flying Dragons searched the skies for any suspicious persons; that place had truly become forbidden territory.
Lide was increasingly aware of a tense atmosphere spreading over Risier City, like the heavy snow of Frost Month, layer upon layer piling up until, at a certain moment, the snow underneath could no longer bear the weight and would begin to collapse.
