Snowflakes drifted down.
At first, they were just a few scattered specks, imperceptible save for a slight coolness upon the face.
Slowly, the snowflakes grew more numerous, accumulating on people's heads without melting, instantly turning their hair white.
Then, the swirling snowflakes became like goose down, drifting lightly, blanketing not only eyebrows but also the ground, trees, and stones in a vast expanse of white...
These falling snowflakes were a sign, heralding one thing: the heart of winter had arrived. People could now retreat indoors and toss logs into their fireplaces.
Indeed, it meant that deep winter had quietly descended.
The deep winter on Guru Mountain was incredibly cold. Dawn Peak was somewhat better, but Grey Eagle Peak was simply frozen solid; likely no one could endure such bitter cold.
