Cold.
The snowflakes fell to the ground across the night and the wind swaying the leaves fell to the ground. The water flowing to a lower place slowly started to slow down, then froze into ice.
Life is like a wheel that rolls down the road, sometimes it's up, sometimes it's down, and it wallows in the mud. Sometimes life feels so heavy and so desperate to live, it feels better to die than to live. But other times, sometimes a strong desire to live at the last moment can flare up just because someone has changed everything.
To Thomas, Iris was the one who changed everything.
Thomas spun his silver sword, sweeping the ground beneath his feet. He took a deep breath.
"To face Your Majesty, it is enough like this."
Wyern dragged his ax and jumped at Thomas, the man didn't have time to dodge and raised his hand. The clanking sound of the ax sounded loud. Thomas opened his eyes and saw a black shadow protecting him, hardening like steel.
"Ah?"
