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The Mist Fleet had come, moving en masse.
For the past half-century, this infamous Cursed Fleet had always been a blade hanging over the heads of the Frostfolk—it was the legacy of the Frost Queen, the never-dissipating shadow after that great rebellion half a century ago. Like a towering iceberg in the Chill Sea, its cold, firm shell concealed the elusive mind of an Undead pirate general.
Whenever it was mentioned, the people of Frost City-State couldn't help but lower their voices.
Almost everyone familiar with history knew that the reason the Frost rebellion half a century ago succeeded, the reason the ragtag rebel forces could defeat the strongest queen's fleet ever assembled, wasn't really "justice" or "protection." The key to their victory was that the queen's strongest main fleet wasn't near Frost Island at the time.
