The Journey Thrush, the Kingdom Capital, Bridge Street.
In the winter sky tinged with leaden gray, light white snowflakes danced down, first tentatively and gently, then cascading in dense clusters, finally hurling down in competitive swarms, cloaking the entire Kingdom Capital in a silvery white garment.
It's really snowing after all...
After catching the falling snowflake in his hand, Leon recalled the morning broadcast from the apartment loudspeaker, where the witch had solemnly declared that after observing the stars last night, she was certain it would snow today. Now stepping out from home, Leon couldn't help but click his tongue, feeling slightly strained.
According to the details hammered out at the Twelve Kingdoms assembly with Veronica, the twelve realms in the current world should gradually disengage from their original independent states and form a relatively generalized alliance.
