The Wilderness was devoid of life, a vast expanse of white snow stretching as far as the eye could see. For dozens of miles in every direction, there was no sign of civilization—only desolate remoteness.
But at this very moment, High Cliff Castle brought a spark of life to the landscape.
Inside the great hall of High Cliff Castle, a long table, more than ten meters in length, was laden with an appetizing feast. The rest of the space was crammed with chairs, most of which were already taken. A single glance revealed a gathering of all sorts of different Races.
All the leaders of High Cliff Castle, big and small, were present—with the sole exception of Orak, who was away in Bailiu City.
The Lord gripped a roasted leg of lamb, coated in spices and chili, and devoured it in just a few bites. The satisfaction spreading from his taste buds to his stomach made him let out a long, contented sigh.
