A few hours before

The Frozen Forest resembled the sacred abode of ancient gods and mythical beasts, where even the mountains dared not extend their peaks, seemingly stopped by an invisible barrier preventing them from invading the lands. This characteristic created a flat terrain where the Snowfire Horses could run without obstacles, if not for the countless gray trees composing the forest.

This barrier was like a transition point, one that those who entered the Frozen Forest could instantly notice. When one stepped inside that cursed land, the wind seemed to be like a cruel whip that descended upon their bodies, wildly lashing at the intruders. And, the trees resembled the eyes of the forest itself, watching over every step of those who walked amidst them. It felt as if the forest itself was alive.