The night wind was like a knife, with remnants of fire still on the snow, and the embers of Chi Yun Territory flickering in the distance.
Louis mounted his horse, not glancing back at the ruins just purified by flames and soaked with rain of corpses.
The knights behind him were silent, each eye reflecting the deep red mushroom flame from the Nest's explosion.
"Next one," he murmured to himself, devoid of emotion.
Dozens of horsemen trudged through the snow, advancing southeast along the mountain range.
The knights spoke not a word, only the sound of hooves crushing the snow was like a heavy war drum weighing on everyone's heart.
"From Black Pine Ridge to Cold Deer Plain, all seven beacon towers remained unlit." A scout knight galloped over with a grimace, "The Gwen Clan is annihilated, the crests of Heller and Tawen Castle have been torn down from the watchtower, not a single body was found."
"What about Green Hill Castle?"
