Bk 2: Chapter Four (17)

Over the black gates dividing Thriergor into two, a cold city hibernates. The grounds were too frozen for people to move around without falling, the air was too cold for one to carelessly breathe, for fear of freezing their lungs, yet at this moment, black carriages rolled by, causing those hiding from the cold outside to peek out for a glimpse at who these courageous people were.

At the sight of the sigils carved unto the carriage doors, they retreated inside their houses without question. These were the four great clans. They were not normal people. This weather to them was nothing but a cool wind. The carriages rolled past till they were completely out of the city. They moved without stop till they arrived a towering castle in the middle of a frozen field.

Still, they did not stop. They moved a little ways past the castle to a small arena carved from black rock.