Ten kilometers away from the Indus River, everything was covered by mountains.
Between those mountains stood a large city that stretched for kilometers.
It was built like a giant stone beast hiding in the cold land.
Tall walls surrounded the whole city, and on top of those walls, soldiers were moving around in a hurry.
They were setting up cannons, adjusting metal parts, pulling ropes, and preparing other weapons with tense faces.
This place was the outermost city, the shield of the north, and the former estate of the Indrath Empire's duke, Ravan Tramplin.
"What's the situation?" a man asked.
He sat on the edge of the wall, looking out at the distance, where only endless white snow could be seen.
He looked around forty, an ordinary man with short blonde hair, not the type anyone would stare at twice.
But his presence said something different.
