March, the unchanging frost and cold in Shuofang Platform and Heyuan Prefecture, thick ice spreading over the lake surface, snow covering the mountains, but compared to the coldest months, January and February, the cutting wind seems less sharp, slicing through the skin without reaching the bone.
On the Flowing Gold Sea, the tower ships stood majestic. The dragon bones crushed the ice armor, floating and colliding with the deep blue ice floes, while the small northern and southern ships spread their wings, undulating.
The deck was smooth, soldiers armored and sharp, Yang Xu, a newly appointed Grandmaster, led patrols to maintain security, the river wind fluttering the fur at the edge of his cloak. One by one, important figures boarded the ship, took their seats to review the treaty, until the kings descended onto the platform.
Noon.
Yang Xu gave the order.
All soldiers turned, followed by a uniform march, all facing outward.
