Capital of the Barbarian Continent Tribal Alliance.
Snow fine as dust whistled with the cold wind, raging between the rough buildings constructed from blue stone and bone.
The roads were a vast expanse of white, covered in thick snow. The ancient tribe men wrapped in layers of fur coats walked through it, talking loudly or hurrying along, repeating their day-to-day lives.
Rumble... Rumble...
Vigorous tremors continuously echoed, causing the snow on rooftops to crash down, yet the sturdy structures did not collapse.
Many people paused, looking bewildered.
"What happened?"
"Could it be, the earth dragon turned over?"
"What's an earth dragon? Is it tasty?"
It wasn't that they were inexperienced; in reality, this continent was layered with permafrost for ten thousand years, situated in a special region, and earthquakes were rare.
