The spring breeze of March already carries a noticeable warmth in the South Ridge, but in the Northern Territory, March winds still belong to winter. The frost-laden chill, enough to freeze flowing water, spreads with the icy winds. North of the Dawnglow Mountain Range, the land remains shrouded in silver and white. Among the towering pine forests, there is no trace of human activity—even the most seasoned Hunters would not venture into the mountains for game at this time.
Yet, in such a moment of stillness, a massive cart made its way across the plain flanked by two mountains, guarded by the Knight Order. Its destination was the Holy Mountain. Pulled by a towering Frosthair Bear, it rolled through the silent Whitewood Forest, startling a flock of Frostwind Butterflies—common in the Northeastern regions—which fluttered away, leaving behind faint whispers of their fluttering wings.
