416 Flawless Plan

Starfall 833, 1st of November, Winter, Heavy snow.

Winter Fort Academy, Mount Nissia, Moldavia.

The dead of night.

A small band wearing the academy uniform was walking under the darkened sky. They neither spoke nor raised a torch—or any illumination spell for that matter. All they did was simply stride ahead in the darkness without a sound.

This was the Forest of Icy Mists of more than twelve kilometers away from Mount Nissia. In deep winter, the unusual mana here would freeze snowflakes into ice. As gale billows, razor-sharp ice crystals danced around, allowing only the survival of daemons that could withstand ice enchantments.

But it was not deep winter now and there were flakes around Mount Nissia. Other than the rather chilly wind, there were not many obstacles for this team of students.