[1023 AW]
The year was nearing its end.
The final month of Aurora had arrived—the coldest time of the year.
Snow blanketed the town of Westmere in a soft, white sheet.
Though it was still early evening, the streets were empty. All the residents had already returned to the warmth of their homes. There were no tourists around during this season anyway, and who wouldn't want to curl up under a blanket with a bowl of hot food on a night like this?
This past year had been quiet. Nothing major had happened, apart from Westmere's steady growth.
Arthur no longer traveled between cities to train with the other spirits—not since what Tiamuth had told him.
To be sure of her words, he had gone out and hunted a few demons in the past few months. And just as she said, the common demons posed no real threat.
They were so weak, a simple wooden plank could take them down.
