The convoy continued north.
The wind and snow gradually became clean and sharp, with a familiar chill in the air.
When Frost Halberd City appeared on the horizon, Varius instinctively squinted his eyes.
This was once the core of the Northern Territory.
He had visited here several times in his youth. The city, scarred by war, had its walls repeatedly repaired, and its districts ripped open and barely stitched together like scars.
Everyone was in a hurry, eyes vigilant, as if the next horn could sound at any moment.
Even then, it was considered a major town of the Northern Territory, yet always a city dragged forward by war.
But what he saw now was completely different.
The city walls were taller, yet not bloated.
The streets were wide and straight, the snow promptly cleared, piled neatly on both sides of the road.
Pedestrians walked at a leisurely pace, and the shop signs were uniform and restrained, lacking the hysterical luxury of the Imperial Capital.
