Bab 101: 3 Years later (Part One)

[Volume 3 - Enigma of the North]

A young man stood on the terrace of a cave abode, the crisp morning air biting at his skin. Dressed in a pristine white robe, his figure was a perfect blend of the blanket of snow that covered the land. He held a flute to his lips, and as he played, the sweet sound of the instrument danced through the air.

As the notes of the flute filled the silence, the young man closed his eyes, lost in the melody. The flute sang of the beauty of the winter forest, the gentle flutter of snowflakes, and the serene tranquility of the snowy landscape. The notes were soft and melodic yet carried a hint of sorrow as if the flute was mourning the passing of the seasons.