The north winds were howling like a lament over the frozen lands of Frosthelm.
But cold was not the only thing this wind brought it also carried the acrid scent of decay despair and approaching death.
Those villages and towns that once hosted the proud and resilient people of the north were now no different from ghost towns.
Most of the houses were abandoned their roofs collapsed under the weight of the snow and their windows turned into dark holes staring into the void just like the eyes of their inhabitants.
The few people visible in the village square resembled walking corpses more than the living.
Their cheeks were sunken from hunger and their skin clung to their bones. But it wasn't just hunger that reduced them to this state.
Under the gloomy sky a terrifying detail stood out when one looked closely at these people's faces.
