Chapter 107

In the land of Blue Stone, the snowflakes descend from above. The air is quiet, and a peaceful calm covers the land. Each snowflake pirouettes gracefully before settling on the ground, transforming the world into a pristine white canvas. The trees, adorned with a glistening layer of snow, stand in quiet reverence. The muffled sound of footsteps and the occasional laughter of children playing in the snow create a harmonious melody, punctuating the tranquil winter scene. People selling in the market, hurry to find shelter, fearing that the heavy snow might damage their goods. Amidst the chaos in the market, deep in the forest, a silhouette was seen moving briskly among the trees. The tall trees couldn't shield him from the heavy snowflakes; his hands trembled, and the cloak he wore couldn't protect him from the harsh weather. He continued to walk in the woods and felt relief when he noticed the tower ahead. However, he still needed to walk more before reaching his destination. He glance