章節 61: Match 61

Fairy tales seemed to not give the land of myths any justice no matter how divine they described them. All the stories his mother had read him when he was a child, all the pretty adjectives could never describe a place like this. Mark could not even think of the right words as the endless lands unraveled in front of him.

It was a place of strong winter. Thick white snow, pure and soft not the grey dirty stuff you would see in the cities. The trees were tall and skinny stalagmites shinning from their branches like diamonds and in the middle of those lands an enormous castle stood, like made of glass.

Tall towers and silver doors, snowflakes covered in them as a design. Mark couldn't feel the cold. Just a strong chill in his body and he didn't know if it was magic or his awe overtaking him.