Zhaixing City, in the Ice and Snow Hall.
Despite the hundreds of stoves set up around the place and the warm and comfortable fur rugs on the floor, the atmosphere was as chilling as the howling winds outside, piercing to the heart.
Duke Rosha listened quietly to everyone's reports, her face turning an even deeper shade of iron blue.
"A force of twenty thousand... one fifth of what we can muster, and yet we have been shamefully chased back without even seeing the enemy's face?"
