In the NorthEast border region, the far away forest regions had a somewhat misty cloak surrounding them.
The forest was filled with full blown cypress trees, with several bare ones too. And everyone one looked, they would find blankets of snow piling on the branches, the ricks and even the land.
It was odd to say that this was winter, but the cypress trees still made the forest look full, thick and dense.
Now deep in the depths of the jungle, a dazzling army was slowly pulling carts covered with blankets.
And on top of these blankets were cypress branches that disguised the wagons beautifully. Piles of snow were also scattered about to perfect the disguise.
And under the hazy and misty night, a fierce army also marched with stealthy movements as they ventured towards the target walls.
Slow and steady, they moved within the cold. Their weapons at hand and their determination strong.
