"Swish, swish..."
Richard trudged through the increasingly thick snow, arriving in front of the second white house, and with a "creak," pushed open the door.
As the door opened, a rush of turbulent and scorching air blew out, striking him, and then spread into the surrounding snowfield. The heat of the air was so high that it left traces of melting in the snow.
Richard paid little attention, casting his gaze inside the door.
Inside the door, the scene was much like the first house, still the square, still the palace where he resided at the end of the square. The only difference was that the palace was burning, with many people being hunted by soldiers within the palace and across the square.
