Soon, before Asahi knew it, he approached a corridor leading deep inside the glaciers that had entombed the castles underneath. The snow fell relentlessly, swallowing half the nation in one frosty gulp.
The clouds gathered in the blue sky, covering the brilliant rays of sunlight that had eclipsed the ball of light.
Gripped by both fear and determination, Asahi clenched his fists, his mind racing with thoughts of the past and the hope of uncovering long-buried secrets.
Despite the icy grip of fear that threatened to hold him back, a flicker of hope and determination propelled him forward, deeper into the Graveyard of Castles, searching for any clues about the past.
"The Graveyard of Castles hints at the survival of my nation..." Asahi said as his followers nodded in agreement. "My question... is how did some survive outside while the rest were entombed underground?"
