The Day of Crimson Winds, Galieva's Memory I

When Bloodstorm Nouver was first vanquished, many gathered around his enormous horn.

The very horn which had pierced and torn away the flesh of countless victims. A full day came and went, and the chilly winds indicated that night had fallen, and yet, the horn remained hot as lava, and none could touch it. Then, a lone man wearing a helmet adorned with a worn-out horn of some dragon-like creature slowly made his way towards the split horn, snapped it off, and held it in his hand. He was the one who first faced off against Bloodstorm Nouver, and also the one who had laid the final blow upon the dragon's neck. He asked the people around him.

"Is there anyone who hails from the Mountain of Eternal Winter?"

And yet, no one answered.