In the year 1143 of the Holy Brilliance Calendar, during the Month of the Northern Wind, within the Peacock Kingdom.
In the Northern Territory, lies the Icewind City.
Once bustling with life, now only remnants of its former glory remain.
Occasionally, wandering Blue Frost Undead would pass through, with their hollow, blue-flamed eyes scanning all living beings.
On the hillside outside the city, frost and snow covered the nearby tombstones.
A young knight clad in mithril armor knelt before one of the graves, gently wiping away the accumulated snow with his hands.
"Grandfather, Father... I'm here to see you again. Not only did I surpass legend, but I also reached realms beyond. Our commander said the path of a knight stretches far... Oh, Grandfather, the commander said you were his old friend, a fine lord."
The knight's determined expression spoke of resilience.
