It was currently night. Everything was blanketed with heavy snowfall, making this frozen area even more difficult to withstand.
Even the strongest warrior would be unable to do anything without the sense of sight. Yet that wasn't the most critical negative aspect of this battlefield.
"It's so cold! How many can even live through such a night?"
Even the Bear Tribe Leader Ronde, who seemed like an immovable ice mountain to his tribe members, was not as emotionless and made of iron as he appeared. After all, in the frigid winter of the Northlands, nighttime was more than ten degrees colder than the already chilly weather, and it was now reaching the point where one's breath would freeze immediately.
