Bonds of souls

The bitter and cold lands of the North

The young woman remembers the story that her grandfather told her in detail while looking at the medallion that rested on his chest while not doubting his words.

In fact, that story was part of the stories that fascinated her since she was little, with him making a point of raising her so that she wouldn't have any prejudice towards demons.

Meanwhile, in the North, in the furthest part of the border with the South, a group was walking among the snowy mountains while they commented among themselves about the massive summoning of demon masters and among them there was a notorious demon master with the title "notorious " was given to the most powerful demon masters who stand out from the rest in terms of power.

The others who accompanied this powerful demon master found it strange that even with his level of power, he was not summoned, only to remember that the leader of the Demonic Platform announced the need to maintain a powerful demon master in that region because no one knew how long the mission on the capital's beach would last and many had been relocated, causing the remaining demonic regions to be without manpower at the same time that few demon masters were summoned from the Demonic Platform due to the fact that there were some tribes demonic remains in that region.

Due to the fact that few were called up from the North, the rest of those who remained in that region were discouraged because they still remained in that place because they wanted to be called up to have the opportunity to go to a warm place, even if it was only for a short period of time because living in an inhospitable place could feel like a punishment.

After all, the title 'bitter cold lands of the North' that that region received was befitting its climate. Many considered it a punishment to live in that place.

Of the four who walked, one remained silent while ignoring the excited conversation of the other three while questioning himself why he couldn't carry out that mission alone until he remembered the report he had received and the fact that those three had obtained authorization to obtain their respective demons in order to tame them for themselves after going through the training required to tame demons.

This man had long white hair with a small part tied into a bun on his head, as well as having onyx eyes and was walking with a group of three other men in black clothes and dark brown eyes.

Everyone wore black haifus, but his had some silver patterns, in addition to the color of his clothes in many places and his upper cloak being indigo. He gave up the circular men's clip on top of his head that men usually wore, especially those of his status, to use long silver metal chopstick-shaped clips that held a small bun of hair at the back while the rest of the hair was left loose at the same time as there were two long locks, one on each side of the head, which rested in front of his chest.

Their footsteps didn't sink into the snow because they had used a magical technique that was practically mandatory in such an inhospitable and icy place whose ground was covered by several layers of soft snow.

After all, they were in the so-called bitter cold lands of the North and even in the summer, the snow did not melt completely in the part closest to the southern border of the continent while further north, the summer only made the temperature rise a few measly degrees. Only demons and demon masters or monks with spiritual powers would be able to survive in this even more inhospitable place, this being the same place where the group was heading.

"You should wear a hairpin befitting your title, Dong Hua."

"That's right. You are one of the six notable demon masters. Your fame precedes you."

"He's right. No matter how elaborate this single simple hairpin is, it doesn't change the fact that you should wear those that form a bun on your head."