Snow fluttered.
Pure white snowflakes descended and landed in the silent fortress. Apart from the soldiers serving sentry duty above the city walls, the rest had returned home or headed to pubs and enjoyed alcohol by the warm bonfire. But the peaceful atmosphere couldn't conceal their nervousness. They knew that the sinister, large-scale Undead Army would launch their attacks anytime. It was due to this that the soldiers appreciated such tranquility because this might be the last time that they could gossip, chat idly with their companions, whistle at flirtatious dancers, or accompany their families and loved ones.
However, the war had already begun for some.
"The skeletons are insane. They sent five scout squads in three days."
