The wind blows through the older man's blonde hair, the strands revealing the features on his face. His face remains a calm, soft expression as he walks through the street.

Peasants and beggars all watched him with wide-eyes, wondering why the Emperor of the Antarctic Empire was so blatantly walking around the streets.

Crows followed him from above, letting out loud caws as the man continued to walk. His soft blue eyes scanning the snowy landscape. His large black wings drooped.