The Three-Headed Monster

The snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see. White snow weighed down the branches, bending them every which way, while sleet continued to fall from the sky. A cold wind swept through it, chilling people to the bone.

Yet across this freezing snowfield, a carriage slowly wound through the woods, leaving two deep wheel tracks behind it.

Old Kans, the deeply wrinkled coachman, wore a fur coat with fluffy cotton padding underneath, but he still shivered in the cold wind.

Despite his trembling, Old Kans forced himself to keep driving through the trees. He glanced back at the carriage, but the curtain blocked his view of the interior.

Still, Old Kans knew perfectly well that his passenger was a mysterious Spell Caster!

The Icebound Snowfield was cold all year round, and very few ordinary people still lived there. Old Kans was one of them, earning his living by driving a carriage.

Having spent most of his life on the Icebound Snowfield, Old Kans knew almost every corner of it. Decades ago, when he was still a small child, he had learned that a group of mysterious people lived there. They called themselves Spell Casters and possessed unfathomable powers.

Then, several decades ago, the number of Spell Casters on the Icebound Snowfield had suddenly surged. They had even established Icebound City, an enormous city built entirely by those mysterious Spell Casters. Old Kans had been there himself.

A few days earlier, Old Kans had encountered this mysterious black-robed passenger on the road. The man had casually tossed him ten glittering elemental crystals, saying that he wanted to go to Icebound City and asking Old Kans to lead the way.

Naturally, Old Kans had been delighted. Ordinary people might not know what elemental crystals were used for, but having visited