Antitina clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, silently watching as more and more figures moved through the forest. Since the beginning of the Frost Descent Month, even though the first snow of Erune was still some time away, the nighttime temperature had already dropped significantly. The thin white breath each person exhaled in the cold air hovered above the lumberyard, forming a mist. Behind the parapets, soldiers rubbed their hands to ward off the chill, and the cold quiet of the night carried a hint of lethal tension.
Nearly all the mercenaries were stationed on the wooden walls, with no one left as reserve forces – even though Yuta and Crenxia vehemently opposed it, Brand had personally told her it was unnecessary, and for this noble daughter, that meant it was the truth.
"What if there's a sudden situation? This is putting everyone in danger!"
