The snow near the year's end fell continuously, day and night, without stopping.
The snow on the ground grew thicker, burying the plants and bending the old trees.
The great river was frozen for miles, the cold unbearable, it was unknown how many people and creatures would freeze to death.
Outside the main city, on a snowy plain, a few wild wolves lowered their heads, sniffing around for food, trying not to starve to death this winter.
Suddenly, waves of sound came from the sky, startling the wolf pack to scatter in all directions, disappearing in an instant.
At the next moment, hundreds of figures flew across the sky, swiftly passing this place and landing together on a high cliff nearby.
"It's here, isn't it?" asked a military general dressed in armor.
"No mistake. Back when the Demon Race invaded on a large scale, I fought with those demons here for hundreds of rounds. This cliff is very familiar," another burly warrior laughed heartily.
