The Whitemarshes were a subsidiary species to the Firemoon Darkheavens. They didn’t really have a good reputation, and could hardly compare to the Saia people. There were many, many such species attached to the Firemoon Darkheavens.4

“Normally speaking,” the Captain said very loudly, “species like the Whitemarshes have one thing in common. They’re ruthless toward other species, but are more than willing to grovel and scrape to the Firemoons. In fact, when it comes to currying favor, they don’t have a bottom line. Considering they wouldn’t dare try to rob other important participants in the Great Hunt, when they saw you, it’s no wonder they took you to be a fat lamb.”5

As the Captain jested, blue light flared, and coldness spread out for 500 kilometers that could freeze even the air. Within that space, winter descended. Mountains and lands alike became covered in ice. Plants and vegetation became ice sculptures, and the clouds became so heavy they fell out of the sky.6

There was little need to mention the Whitemarsh cultivators.0

“However,” the Captain continued, “there’s a kind of beast from certain...3