Several days later.
Arctic Ring Battlefield.
Cold Bone Fjord.
The wind is an eternal presence in this grey-white land.
At the fjord entrance, behind a large wind-sheltered ice rock.
A makeshift observation post has been barely constructed.
Several frozen stones covered with thick ice shells form a half-human-high barrier.
Above them are frost-soaked.
Already frozen hard Life Ghost Skin and camo netting.
A young recruit, wrapped in a heavy standard leather jacket.
Wearing a cold weather mask and goggles that cover almost half his face.
Huddled behind the barrier.
Though Qi Blood can fend off the extreme cold.
Everyone here tries to use less of it.
Trying to use clothing instead of Qi Blood for warmth.
He tries to shrink his body even smaller, seeking a trace of warmth.
His eyes, however, are fixed intently on the grey-white world outside the barrier stirred by the wind and snow.
Nearby.
An old soldier leans against the cold rock.
