Northern Domain.
The snow began to fall again, heavier and heavier.
Night was gradually falling.
On the massive black walls of the first line of defense, the soldiers of the Northern Domain maintained a high state of alert at their respective posts.
All the soldiers already knew the news: the Alien Race was about to launch an all-out assault.
The frigid wind howled, stinging their faces, but right now, no one could be bothered by the cold.
Every soldier gripped their weapon, staring intently into the dark, frozen plains in the distance.
They all knew that at the edge of that darkness, the terrifying demonic eye could open at any moment, spewing forth an endless horde of monsters to tear everything here to shreds.
An indescribable sense of oppression weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
There were no cowards among the soldiers of the Northern Domain.
No one wanted to flee.
But panic was still, inevitably, taking root in every warrior's heart.
