The Black Woods stretched out for thousands of miles. The seemingly-infinite, ancient forest emanated an invigorating air as white mist hung in the air. At the fringe of the woods, larch trees, birches, and willows integrated with one another. From afar, it appeared like a bizarre tribe, draped in the woodland clothing of an overwhelming array of colors with rugged branches sticking out.
Occasionally a mighty gust of Northwestern wind would blast through and the loose snow between branches would slip down gently. The snow powder swirled up into a mist and following the course of the wind, slowly drifting out of the woodland.
As the Sun was setting in the west, a monstrous silhouette emerged at one side of Saijo Mountain. Following the gradual shift of the sunrays, the silhouette of the highland slowly crept closer to the thicket.
