While Di'an City bathed in the gentle spring rain, an ink-like, indissoluble mass of dark clouds shrouded the skies of the Northern Frontier.
Above the vast land, the Northern Kingdom was sealed in ice, and snow drifted for thousands of miles.
The fierce blizzards, mixed with snowflakes, kept falling from the sky. It was so gloomy that one couldn't distinguish day from night nor east from west—the visibility was lost under such snowstorms.
Under the entire sky, one could only hear the ghostly howling of the wind, and the sounds of slaughter buried beneath the snow.
This was a makeshift encampment temporarily erected by the Black Scale Guards, with superficial Formation Patterns hastily inscribed by an accompanying Formation Master on the encampment's walls. However, these Formation Patterns had already been destroyed, and tall dark figures continuously swept over the walls, raiding the camps.
In the midst of wind and snow, the entire encampment appeared so fragile.
