The days passed quickly. Spring ended with a great storm that lasted for days, as if the sky wanted to mark the end of a long cycle.
After that, summer arrived, bringing with it a strange wind: cool and hot at the same time, as if nature itself were unsure which face to show.
During those days, the news spread like wildfire. The three kingdoms that ruled the Northern Frontier were immediately thrown into turmoil, as Mount Vigerth had become a pillar of blood.
That inexplicable phenomenon attracted numerous renowned experts, researchers, and scholars. They all headed for the mountain, eager to unravel the mystery of that peak, which until then had been considered "neutral" territory.
However, despite their attempts, none of them was able to provide a concrete explanation.
Why had the mountain been transformed into a peak of blood? No one knew. The investigations ended in silence, and the official conclusion was simple, almost banal: nature itself had wrought the destruction.
