I arrived at the heart of Aster village, where scrambling bodies beat across me, and iron was potent in the atmosphere, threading into every breath of air I swallowed. Sprinting in and out of crumbling houses, I shouted for everyone to evacuate their homes and instructed those I came across to evacuate to King Guren's territory.
The Glacier Province. There, they would be welcomed with open arms and given refuge.
Despite the calamitous event we endured, many had the energy to protest, and I understood them, for the winter winds and freezes in the North were severe and insufferable to all who were not native to the province and accustomed to the element.
