On a vast land blanketed by white snow, a merciless storm swept across, leaving only a young boy standing tall amidst the blizzard...
Although this scene felt somewhat deliberately contrived, the visual impact it created was undeniably intense. Years later, when people spoke of Caster, the Emperor of the Empire, they no longer focused on the mythical image of him drawing his sword, but rather on his divine-graced figure standing alone against the myriad of enemies in the snowstorm.
Of course, when an event is removed from the firsthand experience and recounted repeatedly by people, both its appearance and core tend to change. Such was the case with Caster's tale. Future generations, when hearing this legend, focused mainly on the keywords of divine grace and facing thousands of enemies alone. But in reality, although it's true he was graced by divinity, facing thousands alone...?
