The biting cold wind howled through the ruins, yet it couldn't fully extinguish the resilient flame of life burning across this land.
From the sky, the ancient Empire avenues meticulously laid by skilled artisans were still clearly discernible, crisscrossing like the veins of the earth.
These roads constructed from massive stones connected the scattered town ruins, with some sections even revealing the silhouettes of caravans braving the wind and snow.
Around several larger settlements, wisps of smoke stubbornly rose towards the leaden sky, adding a touch of vitality to this frozen world.
"According to the flight map, the famous 'Seven Hills City' ruins are thirty miles ahead," the fleet commander stood at the porthole, lightly tapping the frosted glass, speaking to the accompanying missionary group.
Behind him, several navigators were checking the discrepancies between ancient parchment maps and modern survey data.
