Almost at the same time, Mist Plane.
The Main World and the Mist World were closely connected, yet the truest side of things would always be the Main World.
In Romon's eyes, the Mist World could only be considered a branch world within this system, far inferior to the Main World in both resources and environment.
Previously, the various fiefs had kept to themselves. Even when conflicts broke out, they would not escalate to the point of wiping the other side out. Thus, though resources and food were scarce, each fief could still sustain itself.
But ever since the appearance of the Romon God, the veneer of peace that this world had maintained for so long had been shattered.
Although the thunderstrike had made the gods aware of the awakening of some terrifying existence, leaving none of them daring to move, the nobles knew nothing of it.
As one fief after another vanished, the nobles of many territories fell into panic. They began hoarding grain and hastily strengthening their military preparations, terrified that they would be the next to be destroyed.
Fear drove quite a few nobles to the brink of madness, while those who suffered were always the commoners.
At this time, the Mist Plane differed from the Main World. The Main World's climate was warm and balmy, just entering autumn, while the Mist World had already reached a winter of flying snow.
By December, the weather had turned bitterly cold. Streams, small lakes, and other water sources across the land had frozen over. Many animals had begun hiding away to hibernate, and all manner of plants showed signs of withering and dying. Yet humanity still had to survive through such days. As resources dwindled, life grew harder and harder.
And over the past few days, heavy snow had