Nevyansk Snow

In the city of Sharas in 1082, a general who threw out hundreds of gold coins took away the poor boys including "me". "I" joined the army just to see the legendary snow - a vast white field that melts as soon as I catch it. The first snow was stained with the blood of friends, frozen on the holy mountain of Battania. After ten years of conquest, "I" changed from a recruit to a marksman, and from a general to a king. On the day when the land was granted to me, "I" disarmed and returned to the fields, only to find that the snow and gold coins I had been chasing for half my life had already been soaked in blood. Twenty years later, "I" stood on the snow wall of Nevyansk Castle again. It turns out that the heavy crossbow of fate will take the rest of my life to slowly loosen.