The biting cold wind blew down the last leaf from the tree, and the withered leaf spiraled to the ground.
Silver-gray clouds covered the entire sky, and clusters of snowflakes drifted down, like countless pieces of torn cotton balls gently fluttering.
Winter had arrived.
The Elf Forest welcomed its first snowfall.
In front of the temple in the Beautiful City of Kenolan, Nightingale extended her hand to catch the snowflakes, feeling the cold sensation on her palm.
Her gaze shifted from the snow-filled sky to the city, increasingly lively with the efforts of the players and Half-Plane Half-Elves, her gaze growing softer.
"Another year has passed."
She said softly.
"Yes, another year indeed."
Another gentle voice responded, with a hint of wistfulness.
*Upon hearing the voice, Nightingale's heart stirred, and she slowly turned her head.*
Behind her, Life Saintess Alice was looking at her with a warm smile.
