The Kingdom of Ice and Snow, the skies gray and overcast.
The makeshift airport, hurriedly established, still looked somewhat dilapidated. Surrounding the airport, however, stood a group of ceremonially dressed honor guards, craning their necks in anticipation.
The Kingdom of Ice and Snow extended its highest honors in response to the aid dispatched by Jade Country. The King of the Kingdom of Ice and Snow, accompanied by members of the royal family and all the nation's dignitaries and nobility, had gathered at the airport, anxiously waiting.
This was aid that concerned the very fate of the Kingdom of Ice and Snow—a hope nurtured across countless days and nights over twelve years.
If during the first seven years the Kingdom of Ice and Snow could still tirelessly sustain itself, the last five years had been a struggle on the brink of annihilation. Countless moments of despair and innumerable brushes with death had instilled an obsession within the Kingdom of Ice and Snow.
