Might of a Power Born

As the noon sun shifted towards the west, the coldness of the lands made people rub their hands together or sneeze uncomfortably. The colder winds were starting to blow and the land was only becoming colder still.

Snow was also becoming more often. But no birds living here on the southern edge of the continent had to migrate, since the coldness was a constant here, and if it was a problem for them, they would have migrated long ago.

But many small lifeforms still clung together in groups or made specialized hibernation areas for themselves to snuggle into. And life took a more calmer route overall.

In the forest near the city, a curly-haired, black eyed man looked down at the ground beneath him with his eyes gleaming chaotically. "Oh…" he muttered in sadness. Beside him was a man with pale grey eyes and hair.