As the October autumn winds pass, the temperature drops day by day. North of Rune Fortress, the trees wither at a visibly fast speed, and the fallen leaves pile up and rot within the forest; alongside the roads between forests, only bare trunks remain.
A carriage creaks through the countryside of Lowell, and a few forest crows, still busy preparing for winter, are startled by the sound of the carriage, flying high and leaving behind a string of flapping echoes in the desolate woodland.
