Chapitre 283: Final Act I: The new dawn

Ronmin Empire, the werewolves' breeding ground, and the place they called home weren't new to the cold climate. It was cold all year round, but only tonight did it snow that felt warm. 

Toby stared at the white substance that fell on the back of his hand before looking heavenward again. As soon as he did, he noticed the faint light coming from a certain direction near the portal in the night sky. His brows furrowed, blinking almost innocently before he felt a sudden thump against his chest. 

"Mama," he whispered on instinct. It was a child's instinct about his mother, having this unsettling feeling in his heart. "Papa…" 

"What is this snow…?" the knight carrying Toby outside the gates of the imperial palace also looked up. "A sheep's wool?"