Starfall Year 838, third of January. Fort Ares, the frontier of the southeastern fortress chains, the southern province of the Northern Empire.
A huge gray-haired man stood over the watchtower by the walls of the fortress, carrying the head of three-horned dragon in his hand, its fearsome expression and horns preserved vividly through magical means. The man, who had a scar on his face glanced at the sky that was filled with clouds of gloom, and place the dragon head by the window of the watchtower.
There was a chilling wind stirring the clouds. Like the sea, the sky was cascading amidst the violent tides of clouds, while dried chilling winds condensed the vapors in the air, allowing anyone to see the arrival of winter and torrential snow.
