The feeling of the long winter had arrived. The night's cold wind was relentless as it blew like whistles, one wave after another, taking away any residual warmth of the day.
Because of the topography, the temperature in the basin was higher than in the plains, but it was only four degrees below zero.
Outside of the basin, without the tree peaks and terrain obstruction, the temperature of the great plain in the Demon Clan's territory was already close to minus ten degrees.
In addition, it was very humid in the middle of the night.
You could hear the mourning coming from the refugee camp as the wind blew past if you were to stand on the walls of Freedom City.
It was different from Hope Village, which had a heating system for everyone.
Inside Freedom City, there was a lack of management and balance, where the powerful vied for their own benefit.
