Wuzhe Pass.
It stood at the border between the Golden Valley Kingdom and the northern edge of the River Domain, facing the Dwarf-ruled Rock Kingdom from afar.
As the conflict between the two kingdoms subsided, this land, once shrouded in the smoke of war, was now gradually awakening with a different kind of vitality amidst the biting cold of deep winter.
Under a leaden-gray sky, dense snowflakes fell silently, blanketing the continuous mountain range and the sturdy fortress in a thick layer of silver-white.
The bone-chilling north wind howled through the gorge, whipping up fine flurries of snow that ceaselessly battered the heavy cloaks of travelers.
Although the heavy snow had not let up, the pass remained bustling with activity both inside and out.
