Silver Era 1472, November.
Woo woo woo...
The North is gradually entering polar night, with increasingly biting winds and bone-chilling cold mixed with large snowflakes relentlessly assaulting the south from the already thoroughly frozen polar regions.
The Kalmar Union of Three Nations on the Eternal Night Peninsula bears the brunt.
"Freezing in the blink of an eye" doesn't even describe one percent of this severe cold; you truly need a stick when using the outdoor toilet here, it's no joke.
Winter also punishes anyone daring enough to touch iron objects barehanded under the open sky.
The raging blizzard sweeps over expansive coniferous forests, deep river valleys, and conceals villages, towns, castles, as well as sporadic large cities.
Even from high above, traces of human civilization are hard to discern.
Only the dense law network of the three kingdoms can be seen covering every large city and every human settlement shrouded in snowstorm.
