God of Time Heres.

The god was reported to have been born alongside Alphen, but he didn't have many followers. No, the existence of the god hadn't spread, so normal people didn't even know about his existence.

Only his priests worshipped Heres, and their missions were conducted in secret. They secretly traveled across the continent, and they only opened their doors to their successors.

The only ones who knew of Heres’ existence were scholars and long-lived races. The exclusive and secret order of the god was located on a land covered in ice.

Too too too too.

A Phantom Steed galloped across the land.

"Ha-ah."

Latasha’s breath frosted as it blew out of her lips. The Elf Lord had once again been co-opted as a guide, because she knew the location of Heres' temple and had good eyesight.

Woojin poked her, "Are you sure we’re on the right path?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"I don't see anything here."

Woojin tilted his head in puzzlement, yet Shingshing didn't stop running.

"It’s located in the land of ice. Heres' temple is located at the deepest and coldest location."

"Where is that supposed to be?"

"We should be able to see it now."

Woojin's eyes lit up when he looked in the direction Latasha was pointing. An enormous ice mountain was towering above the flatlands. 

When they drew closer, his eyes widened. It wasn't a mountain.

"Ice Castle?"

"Yes. You’re right....