The next day, the sun rose just like usual, as if nothing had happened.
The dense, dark clouds were still above the Velmourn City, but it wasn't snowing, which was surprising since getting to spend more than twenty-four hours without snowfall during this time of the year was… quite rare.
Of course, twenty-four hours of no snow didn't magically erase the horrors of winter.
The people were still freezing, everything was still white, complete white. Heights did not look habitable, not one bit.
But even then—
People lived.
Even after everything that had happened.
This was the fifth day since the Stonefangs had entered the Velmourn Wall and had started to live with them.
And the tension between the two sides?
It was gone.
Completely.
Obviously, it wasn't because people managed to get along after just five days of living together. No, these two sides held twelve hundred years of generational hatred for each other.
