บท 346: Messenger

 'Over yonder rises the gentle sun amidst the cold sky.' Stood amidst concrete houses with slated roofs of which rose many fire-places. A snowy-white ground, each breath made a puff of vapor. The messenger stood, frozen to the bones, dressed in heavy-leather coat, gloves, and cap. Next to a tree with white leaves, the villages, all people with angelic wings, and warm clothes walked without heeding his call. Speaking of the tragedy at the capital had the village leader in peril, though, it didn't cause trouble for the villagers. Back of where he stood led a path of gravel towards the harshness of the mountain. Tall pines tree erected all around the village and up the mountain. 

 "Hear me o' villagers, the capital has forsaken thee, help isn't to come,' pleading with all his might, the few ears he caught were of kids missing milk-teeth. For the following few days until the day the Enbalar siblings arrived at Noctis's Hallow, the constant warning would continue.