In the depths of the mountains.
The blue moonlight gently cascaded down.
The snow-covered mountains, the entire world blanketed in white, seemed as if it had fallen asleep, with only the sound of the wind remaining. It was as if it were the breath of the earth.
The trees were buried under the snow, and only occasionally, when a tree shook off the burden of snow, could one see a hint of green.
A wisp of black fog drifted by, and Simon's figure appeared in the silent forest. Clad in the armor of the Silver Moon Knight Order, with a sword at his side, he held a Magic Wand. The silver armor emitted a strange sheen under the blue moonlight.
Following closely behind was Aikleion, the former secretary-general of the Lich Council. He, too, wore the armor of the Silver Moon Knight Order, with a sword and a Magic Wand in hand.
The armor enveloped the two Liches so tightly that without removing their helmets, most people would mistake them for two masked knights.
