Northern Land, snowflakes danced in the sky.
The goose feather snow continuously fell on a giant magical defense cover, where it was visible and occasionally concealed, then quickly turned into snowmelt, sliding down the smooth edge of the defense cover and freezing.
Beneath the giant magic protection shield stood an extremely large military fortress, majestically perched atop the Glacier Summit.
This was precisely the Ice Valley Fortress, forming a rival stance with the Unfallen Fortress at the Pars Empire's frontier region.
In the spacious and bright conference hall of the Ice Valley Fortress, a group of Pars Empire generals gathered around a rectangular conference table. Although the temperature inside the hall was comfortable, the atmosphere was equally frigid to the extreme.
"General Barnett, how is the grand army faring?"
