Athan ventured for how many hours since they took flight, but he knew the weather slowly got worse, slamming his face with sheer cold.
His body trembled; hairs formed small icicles, and he had a mustache and beard made of ice. However, his mind and his natural fire element he got born with allowed him to last long in this harsh environment.
The northern region had a cruel topography—the mountainous location was a strategic point and an asset to the empire. It made the invaders hard to attack through this side of the territory.
Outsiders would think that the people from the north were worse than nomads, but he begged to differ; all the more, he knew how fast it developed, even the Imperial Capital got threatened.
A city secretly established through Mystique's guidance was something he wanted to covet for a long time. However, he didn't do so out of respect for her at that time.
