It snowed all the year round on the frost island. From time to time, a snow-white frost dragon glided across the sky.
The buildings standing in this ice and snow world looked like many huge ice cones, magnificent and beautiful.
In a grand castle, six people were sitting at a table. Fox was at the head, and the other five were old with gray hair.
"Unless you can prove Rankster is dead, Douglas won't approve of you sitting on the throne," said the old man sitting at Fox's right hand.
Another old man nodded. "Rankster was badly injured during his fight with Alex, and then he went missing with Alex three years ago. We have searched the whole continent, and only found some of his personal effects. His body has never been recovered."
Fox snorted. "His fire burned out two years ago. You all know what that means. It means he's dead! Is Douglas too blind to see that? Or did Rankster hit him so hard in the head that he is unable to use his head to think?"
