The Apocalypse Era, year 466.
Mireya Continent, Northern Border.
The silver-gray sky was gloomy and dim, the biting cold wind roared as usual, and the swirling, jumping snowflakes madly intertwined into an impenetrable white web in the gusting wind, obscuring vision and blurring the horizon.
Transformed into Lilith, Artemis gazed at the sky outside the stone window, her silver-gray pupils reflecting the snowstorm like goose feathers.
"Lilith! Stop looking out the window! Don't worry, your father will be back in time, come help me gather the firewood!"
Her mother's voice came from behind, but it did not affect "Lilith's" actions. She continued to calmly gaze at the horizon until the gathering clouds began to roll, and a slight change appeared in her silver-gray pupils:
"It's coming..."
Coming?
Mother Tamia, who was adding firewood to the fireplace, frowned.
