Two hundred kilometers west of the old site of Randt, there once was a city called the City of the Sunwheel.
In the past, it was a city state that shared its fame with Randt, the center of the Radiance of Daylight faith in the world, a nation within the Glo Empire.
And now...
Lich Zebuzal stood atop the city walls of the City of the Sunwheel, looking down at the city. The entire City of the Sunwheel was enveloped by thick ice and snow, resembling a giant ice coffin sealed by the ages. The once bustling streets were now buried under feet of snow, leaving only vague and indiscernible outlines. The houses by the streets, with broken doors and windows, were on the verge of collapse, and ice spikes hung heavily from the ruined walls. The massive statue of the Sun God in the central city square had collapsed by half, yet the remaining stone still stood proudly, faintly pulsating with remarkable power.
The skull's upper and lower jaws moved, as if it emitted a sigh unheard by anyone.