Arthur let his body be swept away by the darkness as the world changed and twisted around him. In a matter of few seconds, all the darkness vanished and was replaced by a bright, white world.
Arthur's hair rustled as the wind moved around him rhythmically. His eyes took in the sight, he was engulfed in a world of ice. His feet were deep into the thick layer of snow with even more snow falling from the sky. The atmosphere was cold yet also pleasant in a weird way.
Looking around him, Arthur noticed that he was standing in the middle of the street, surrounded by wooden buildings of all kinds. The strong wind and the snow made it hard to see too far but Arthur could see people moving around him, wearing very thick coats with the crest of the Royal Mercenary drawn on their chests.
"So this is the settlement…" He muttered. "It's almost like a small village in the heart of a snowy region."