The sun in the Heights was now down, the sky had turned dark, the snow, from Lord Feraos's grace had stopped, the weather was still cold, but at this point, the people had gotten used to it, they weren't feeling as cold as they normally would.
Or that was the… positive way to put it…
Which, at some level, was a lie.
The cold in the Heights was brutal, people don't just get… used to it.
No, that doesn't happen.
Even now, people weren't… used to it…
They were just… dealing with something… far more… grave than the cold.
And that made them tense, that very thought occupied their minds so strongly that their minds didn't even have the time to register that this was still winter, that it was supposed to feel cold, that it was supposed to make the body shiver.
The same was true in Velmourn City.
This was the fifth day since the Stonefangs had moved into their Wall, and ever since then, it hasn't been… peaceful.
And it wasn't because of the reasons one may think—
