Sensing the impending arrival of the long winter, the cold night wind blew erratically. It howled in continuous waves, stripping away the lingering warmth of the day.
Due to the terrain, the temperature in the basin was slightly higher than on the plains, but it still sat at minus four degrees. Outside the basin, the environment changed. Without trees, high peaks, or terrain to block the wind, the temperature on the vast plains of the Demon Race territory plummeted to near minus ten degrees. Coupled with the heavy moisture of the late night, the chill pierced to the bone.
Standing on the city walls of Freedom City, one could clearly hear the wails echoing from the refugee camp below whenever the wind swept past. Unlike Hope Village, which already provided heating for everyone, things were vastly different here.
