Suddenly some white powder poured down from the heaven.
Our hero Roy stopped killing orcs, and was looking at this phenomena.
The powder was cold.
Roy touched it.
It disappeared in his hand, and it was wet.
He called the white powder "snow" because he did not know what it was.
It was a distress now.
Our hero Roy stopped killing orcs, and was looking at this phenomena.
The powder was cold.
Roy touched it.
It disappeared in his hand, and it was wet.
He called the white powder "snow" because he did not know what it was.
It was a distress now.
- Crunch, crunch - the sound of our hero Roy walking in this white powder