427 Cult Ambush

Towards the end of Starfall Year 833, the thick dark clouds that hung on the overcast skies over Moldova were brushed away by the violent winds coming from the extreme north. As it slowly diffused under the shining sun, the snowstorm that lasted for one whole month finally ended.

At Mount Mordus, northwest of the domain, many adventurers came out of their tents and stared at the blue yonder. Streaks of golden thread stabbed out from the cracks between the cloud layers one after the other, falling above the earth and marking the white snow with golden stripes.

The snowstorm has ended.

Such was the thought that flashed across everyone's mind. Thus, they turned—adventurers, scholars, mages and Moldova knights alike—to look towards the rather plain summit.