The city of Belobog was quiet in its wintry stillness, save for the distant murmur of citizens braving the cold to go about their lives. Central Plaza glistened under a soft dusting of snow, and the ornate lamps cast a golden glow against the white expanse. The statue of the former Supreme Guardian loomed tall, a testament to a legacy the people did not know the truth of. Gepard stood beneath it, the crisp air biting at his cheeks as he surveyed the area.

He shifted his weight, his boots crunching faintly against the icy stone beneath him. Another patrol completed, another quiet day in Belobog. But the stillness rarely lasted, and his thoughts often wandered toward what might come next. His gaze flicked to the statue towering above him. The snow caught on its edges reminded him of the weight of duty it symbolized. The Hall of Guardians loomed nearby, a constant reminder of his responsibilities.

His eyes were drawn away when he heard the soft crunch of boots in the snow coming towards him. Looking up, he saw a familiar face, and the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.