A huge allied army marched slowly through the snow, their boots pressing deep into the frozen ground and leaving behind long trails of footprints. The cold wind howled across the field as they advanced toward the North, where the main demon camp was said to be waiting.
After a long march, a faint mist began to appear in their vision. The fog grew thicker before it slowly shifted, revealing a massive stretch of dark, endless camps ahead. Between them lay a narrow ravine cutting across the white land like a wound.
The allied troops stopped at the edge with their eyes fixed on the land beyond.
"Damn! That's quite a suitable place for a camp," one soldier muttered.
"Of all places, did it really have to be behind a ravine?" another complained, shaking his head.
"There's a frozen lake around that area," someone pointed out quietly.
"So, it seems we'll need to move from the other side," another voice replied.
