For days, Luak's army traversed the White Merchant Road, their numbers stretching endlessly under the shadows of the trees, marching towards the distant Capital of Stahl. Roughly a hundred and twenty miles, or about two hundred kilometers, lay between them and their destination. Everyday, the soldiers were forced to endure a relentless march that could easily extend up to twelve grueling hours, going against the ceaseless but gentle snowfall and the piled up snow beneath their feet.
Under those circumstances, a toll had to be taken from each soldier. The accumulated snow coupled with the low temperatures resulted in some soldiers losing all sensation in their toes as a black color painted their colors and spread to their whole feet. This fact made the march even more painful and difficult.
