Sanction Prince

Though still cocooned within their jeens, each of the Mercenaries felt a bone-chilling cold seep up their spines as they ventured into the forbidding 4th Domain of Jetai.

That was just how frigid it was. 'A tundra of death,' whispered tales had dubbed this place.

As their heavy jeens continued to travel, Sol's sharp eyes caught sight of a pack of White Direwolves, their sleek forms darting across the frost-kissed forest line in the distance.

Towering, thick-wooled creatures with eyes like smoldering coals and gums aglow with an eerie luminescence.

Above, a chaotic ballet unfolded as diverse varieties of birds streaked across the sky, their colorful plumage a stark contrast against the bleak landscape.

Down below, different herbivores, hardened survivors of this harsh realm, grazed upon the meager offerings of dark green bushes and tough grasses that managed to eke out an existence amidst the unforgiving frost.