Morning came, and Orion awoke from his slumber, feeling the crisp chill in the air.
He threw on his cloak and pulled back the tent flap. The world outside had transformed.
The wind howled, snowflakes danced in the air—winter had arrived, just like that.
Outside the tent, Dace and Otho were shouting orders to a few giants, clearing the snow nearby.
"Chieftain, you're awake!"
Orion nodded, glanced at the tribesmen of Moonshadow Valley, and then stepped out, heading toward the valley's edge.
Since the wall had been completed, Blackstone Town, under the command of the succubi, had built several large stone halls within the walls.
These massive structures not only provided shelter for the tribespeople but also served as temporary granaries and armories.
At this moment, Blackstone Town was still bustling. Under the glow of bonfires, the tribesmen were methodically clearing the snow.
"The chieftain is here!"
