With the heavy snowfall of Bareth falling down to the frozen plains, within the Kingdom of Fal which was not too far away—a group of mages hurried down the castle hallways with tired breaths as they reached towards the throne room's door.
"Hah... Hah..." Upon stopping at their footsteps, the group could finally catch a breath for a few seconds. However, it wasn't even a minute when the doors of the room opened. In turn, the mages soon barged in whilst crying out a loud tone of voice. "Your majesty! It's awful! This is terrible!"
"You guys again?" Despite having called out for her majesty, the queen of Fal. A male's voice was the one who had responded to their callings instead. "Ugh... What is it this time? If it's to report on something... Just say to me straight instead of bothering her majesty."
"Sir!" From the group of spellcasters, a man stepped forward with a troubled expression. "Sir Wryn! Knight of the Ebony! We are in deep! Deep! Deeep! Trouble!"