บท 210: Plays 2

Hidden behind the snowy mountainous path of stony peaks, a valley blanketed in pristine snow unfolded beneath the celestial canopy. 

At the valley's heart stood a towering white tree, its crystal-like leaves catching the passing sunlight and sparkling in an ethereal dance. 

Beneath the colossal tree, a city emerged, its fortifications crafted from pure ice, with trees reminiscent of the celestial white tree but possessing a distinct charm of their own.

In the heart of this frozen wonderland lay a castle, a solitary figure standing at its pinnacle. 

A lone bot stood at the castle's summit, gazing upon the city sprawled beneath him—a city he would one day rule.

"Rolo…" he spoke, and a small crow alighted on his outstretched hand. Clutched in the bird's feet was a letter, a missive that bore news or perhaps a burden.