A fierce cold wind blew over the earth, whipping up a sky full of swirling snow, engulfing the world in a chaotic haze. Walking along the path, the accumulated snow on the ground was more than half a metre deep. One step sank up to the thigh, making walking extremely difficult. There was not a soul to be seen on the roads between the villages, only boundless snow drifting silently. This was Icebound Town, the southernmost point of the Neville Federation in the southern part of the Yarran Continent. Some considered it the coldest part of all human territory, at the limits of what ordinary humans could endure. A hundred and twenty kilometers south of Icebound Town, one could reach the Dragon Worship Autonomous Prefecture, a territory not even five hundred square kilometers in size. Passing through this autonomous prefecture would lead to the Magical Beast Forest — a realm of ice and snow as if plucked straight from mythological tales.