Frost couldn't help but frown as he listened to his father's words. His mind struggling to quantify the sheer magnitude of loss that Nova suffered due to the Holy White Empire and the Church of Light's dastardly machinations.
'Life is cheap, even when counted in the millions the world will continue to turn, returning to the status quo after one or perhaps two generations but knowledge, the foundation on which the world is built, even a small loss can have paradigm shifting consequences.' Frost bemoaned such carnage, his gaze drifting as he thought of what might have been.
Northrend was once a leader amongst the other nations, a spearhead from the Yangmir continent that pushed back the devil borne from the central continent but now….their strongest soldier was merely a half step into the S-rank, and their long history was on the brink of destruction, torn asunder by civil war.
The world had changed, becoming lesser.
