It always snowed in the vast jungles of north, no matter the season. The reason for this was the dense air that accumulated with birth of natural beasts.
That's why the path that went through the jungles to reach the Dukedom of Krells was known as the path of Pale March.
*Clatter-Rumble-Clatter-Rumble-Clatter-Rumble*
A white carriage cut through the snowfall. It had golden moon emblem on its side.
Snow struck the lacquered wood and slid away as its wheels ran hard along the single packed track.
The track was narrow, and trees pressed in from both sides.
Knights rode on all sides, wearing white armoured suits with golden linings and the same emblem of moon.
Inside the carriage sat a man in a white suit, his hair was golden blonde, eyes of deep red.
He sat upright, one gloved hand resting on his knee and the other pressed against window frame.
It was quiet inside except for the low rumble of the wheels and the silent sound of the storm outside.
Cymbal Celestie of Lunar.
