The blizzard was beating against the window frames of the study like sharp blades. Eric stood in front of the window, gazing at Eagle Town swallowed by the snow.

The biting cold wind blew up a blanket of snow, burying all the towers and houses in the distance.

He clenched the parchment scroll in his hand, which recorded the dwindling food reserves and the increasingly active traces of the Flame-Breath Giant Lizard. His brows were furrowed, his heart filled with worry - this cold winter might be more difficult to endure than he had imagined.