A snowstorm had passed, stretching from the countryside path beneath her feet all the way to the city walls in the distance, blanketing the world in white.
The weather was frigid, and most people no longer ventured outside. When night fell, the whole world turned silent. Even animals hid away.
Only an occasional bird darted past, shaking snow loose from the trees with a gentle rustle.
Cold moonlight spilled across the land, and in the stillness of the fields, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
It was a beautiful woman, but her eyes were fixed intensely on a distant manor.
She exhaled, and the snow around her melted rapidly. Composing herself, she suppressed the fury on her face and shot forward, covering hundreds of meters in an instant.
"Finally, I've found you!"
The woman arriving at the gates of the manor was none other than Jora, having traveled from afar.
