Every day, the pale winter sun tried in vain to warm the frozen landscapes of the Kingdom of Athína.
The biting cold dominated the mountains and valleys, turning the roads into treacherous, slippery tracks.
The wind whistled between the bare trees, scattering snowflakes that danced in the air before settling on the ground, covering everything in a silent white blanket.
With the coming of winter, the streets, once bustling with merchants and travelers, turned into desolate white wastes. Only the bravest or most needy ventured out on these dangerous paths. Among them were some hunters, even when the snow tried to block their way, for many races of monsters did not rest during the winter.
