Snowflakes began to fall from the dark sky in Blackmoon Town. The snow was falling heavily, and soon, the ground was blanketed in a layer of silver-white dust. Even the color of the lava at the walls was dimmed.
That was the border's second snowfall, and it arrived later than expected.
"Thank you, manor lords, for your visit to Blackmoon Castle today. You are welcome to come again next time."
Watson stood outside the lava golem wall; he flicked the snowflakes that had covered his shoulders as he waved at the manor owners.
There were dozens of manor owners and guards; their faces were red, and their bodies reeked of alcohol. After they were done with their discussion with Watson's brothers, Watson had brought them to the city in the sky for a feast.
