Winter has arrived, with snow swirling in the air.
The entirety of Dragon City is covered in a silvery blanket of snow, compelling its residents to huddle around warm fireplaces, leaving the vast streets mostly devoid of pedestrians.
In the biting cold wind, a grand horse-drawn carriage was slowly advancing towards Phoenix Palace.
Marquis Klick, the Minister of War, extended his hand to steady the curtain which struggled against the howling northern wind. Although there was a brazier burning inside the carriage, he was still feeling the piercing cold.
Lately, Marquis Klick had felt exceedingly fatigued, with dark circles under his eyes that even makeup could not entirely mask.
Ever since the confirmation of the establishment of the third Orc Empire, the war machine of the Glorious Empire was set into immediate motion.
Though there had been no real sighting of an orc army crossing the Sky Breaking Mountain Range, nobody in the Glorious Empire dared to take anything for granted.
