The moons hung in the sky, silver Mia, blue Luscia, blood-red Lilith, these three ladies shimmered their radiant light onto the world below, illuminating the barren and chilly ice plains through the pervading fog. On the nocturnal ice plains, no signs of life were to be seen and no sounds were to be heard, just the feeble moonlight silently surveilling everything. On the surface, the ice plains seem as undisturbed as they always had been, reminiscent of the days of the legendary mythical era. However, upon careful observation, some subtle differences might actually be found.