"Move! Move!"
"Abandon the shelter! Quick! Forget the comfort of home, it is better to survive!"
"My father is still there!"
"AARGH, MY HANDS!"
"You can still walk, move that legs!"
"The Lich have returned! Everyone, run away as fast as you can! Dying by the cold is better than whatever the torture that awaits if you're captured by them.!
Somewhere amidst the cold storm overhead a fortified settlement, was the view of a blazing blue flame with many people screaming and praying their worthless plea for any kind of gods to help them diminish the faintest amount of their suffering fate.
At this time, Lothair wasn't known as Lothair, one of the Deos of Humanity. And instead of being the manifestation of death that many calamities feared, he was merely a normal human with a normal human heart and soul.
"Urgh…"
