C508 Which Bastard Brat Was He?!

The climate on Frostwyrm Isle seemed indifferent to the seasons.

Snow had already begun to blanket the island before November, swirling down in flurries like countless shredded cotton balls. The entire isle was draped in a silvery sheen, transforming it into a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

In a grand courtyard at the heart of the isle, the Frostwyrm Sage, clad in white