Capítulo 181: Fairytale Spoken; Reality

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Frost stretched itself over countless valleys, gripping mountains in sheets of white as snow flowed through the harsh, howling winds. It was a land secluded from all other kingdoms; an empire that occupied the infertile continent of cold.

["From an outsider's perspective, the land of Farmay may seem like a fairytale; a kingdom built from frost, secluded within mighty walls of ice that stretch towards the clouds as if trying to escape to the heavens."]

Sitting at a desk in a cold, lonely office lined with bookshelves and a carpet from a pale-furred bear, a stern-faced man inscribed on a paper, wielding his quill with elegance. He looked outside of the window momentarily, watching the perpetual snowfall that shared the same complexion as his well-groomed beard.

In the distance, colossal walls of brilliant frost stood firm, reflecting the moonlight like an azure kaleidoscope.