Sounds of birds chirping could be heard in the far distance of the snow realm.
A little village, occupied with humans and demons having tails and short horns, inhabited this environment, precisely living in peace.
Kids ran about, men walked around with fishes killed with sticks.
Inside a room, Cyrus could be spotted lying all bandaged up, the Void Flame Dagger was out of his heart and kept at an unknown location.
The girl who had been taking care of Cyrus for a month now walked in, shutting the door fast before the snow could come in.
"Jeez, so cold outside," said the girl.
A rat jumped down from her shoulder, adorned in winter clothing similar to the girl.
"Boo hoo, didn't I say he wouldn't be awake by the time we come back," said the rat, referring to the bandaged protagonist.
"Not now, Logan."
"Whatever, Manasa."
