In the height of summer's end, with the seventh month blazing and the eighth month yet unfinished, an unusual phenomenon unfolded.
Snow cascaded from the sky, blanketing the capital in frost-white within moments.
The bizarre weather sent shockwaves through the streets, with common folk gripped by unease. Only children, ignorant of the implications, clapped their hands in delight, hoping for more snow to fall so they could have snowball fights.
Within the Dread King's Manor.
Situ Jing, wrapped in a fox-fur cloak, remarked, "My lord, this snow is unusual."
"Isn't that obvious? It's still August!" Elderly Attendant couldn't help retorting.
Situ Jing shot him a glare. "What I mean is that this isn't natural snow—it's condensed from sinister energy. But what's strange is how pure this energy is."
"Pure? What does that mean?"