The iron tide roared, and the earth echoed.
The largest military assembly in the Northern Territory in thirty years marched towards Frost Halberd City like a giant beast awakening, and Ackman was certain: victory was already decided.
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The wind and snow in Frost Halberd City continued to howl, as if trying to remind all visitors that this was once the most desolate ruin of the Northern Territory.
However, the grand hall was warm, as if two worlds were separated by a door.
A heavy crystal chandelier cast a bright golden light, and the new steam heating on the walls gently exhaled warmth, making the air as soft as a southern spring night.
Outside the window was a biting cold wind, but inside one could smell the sweet aroma of pastries and the spicy scent of strong liquor.
The long table was covered with fine velvet cloth, and artisans from Red Tide Territory had arranged the dishes to look as exquisite as artworks.
