Prologue (1/2)

Prologue - A Mystical Encounter

Alcaeus looks at the silver-haired youth standing before him,

behind him is the monstrous dark cave,

looking as if a beast from under the earth is ready to swallow him whole.

His smile is warm and beautiful,

yet it seems to contain

a faint sorrow that can be seen only because of his gentleness —

just like the smell of the spices from Ahlusi port drifting from his body.

The sky is filled with rolling pieces of snow, as if a large beast shaking off its white fur, spreading across the s.p.a.ce and obstructing one's vision.

This mainland’s winter has arrived.

In the south, there is only the beginning of an undetectable lowering of temperature, in the wee hours of morning, you will see frost on the windows, but here — the mainland close to the edge of the extreme north, everything is already barren. Large icebergs floating atop the surface of the ocean occasionally collide with each other, ear-piercing sounds emit between the heavens and earth, pieces of ice breaking off into the ocean, resulting in white waves. The vast black dirt, after a few continuous days of heavy snow, became a white snow land. This is already the most extreme of the north, even the never-ending icicles are akin to the sharp teeth of beasts, holding together the end of the heavens and earth tightly, the horizon disappearing under the glaring white surface of the ice.

The dense clouds, the light, block the sky as if coated by a layer of dust, murkily s.h.i.+ning onto the ground.

The murky wind and snow blows into a devastating sound as if there are wolves constantly howling. In the heavy snow the size of fists, the silhouette of a young and small youth can be seen, step by step moving towards the depth of the glaciers at the end of the heavens and earth.

Actually, he does not know what he is looking for, all he knows is that there is a voice calling out of him, as if from the depths of his mind like a haunting soul, unable to be waved away.

The harsh and bitter wind blows the silvery white hood off of his head; the deep blue robe embroidered with luxurious platinum seemed haphazard in the wind. Under his thick, golden eyelashes that resemble gold wings, his amber irises emits a hurried gleam, the wind blows across his pale skin like knives, his cheeks should have a rosy glow that twelve, thirteen-year-old youths should have, yet at this moment, there is only a deathly paleness, in his irises are limitless s.h.i.+vers and panic.

The glaciers at both sides gradually tighten, becoming a valley that is getting narrower, in the distance, the end of the heaven and earth, the glacier walls fold into one, only leaving a gloomy infinite cave, unsure of where it leads to.

Between the heavens and earth are snowflakes rolling as if being attracted by a vast amount of power, violently being pulled into the dark cave, and then disappearing into a dead like silence.

As if being swallowed by something……

“Screech— crunch—“

“Screech— crunch—“

Sound emitting from the depths of the cave.

As if a certain ma.s.sive insect from h.e.l.l is screaming, every sound scratches across the eardrums, causing s.h.i.+vers down ones spine.

At first, this sound sounds like a the screeching of a monstrous spider before it is being burnt to death, but after listening to it for a while, there is a hint of unnerving delight, becoming something like a youth girls screams, the kind of dreamy shrieks that is a mixture of pain and insane pleasant sensations.

The youth is already standing at the mouth of the cave.