Maxwell was so passive and in despair.
However, sometimes in the world there's a destiny, and at the moment of overturn, some people need to stand up and embrace their inherent mission.
In the deep of the night, Maxwell heard the call of the Winter God.
"Is it you, Scatty, the chilling Winter God?"
Maxwell exclaimed in astonishment, barely seeing the ethereal figure under the crisp moonlight.
"Maxwell, it's just you now."
Scatty's words were as brief as countless legends about the Winter God throughout history.
Maxwell stood startled, unable to grasp the meaning of this oracle, and when he attempted to inquire further, Scatty had already vanished before him.
"What's going on… Was that an illusion?"
Maxwell collapsed into a chair, murmuring softly to himself.
That very night, as Maxwell wondered whether it had been an illusion,
