On the boundless plains, the rye grass that once rippled like waves of wheat was now buried beneath a thick blanket of snow. As far as the eye could see, the world was a vast expanse of white.
A biting wind howled, chilling everyone to the bone.
They reined in their horses on a high slope, gazing at the basin in the distance.
Only a few days ago, the Wilderness Alliance Army had been camped here in a sprawling, disorderly mess of beast-hide tents that stretched for miles. Now, all that remained were chaotic footprints, filth, and garbage.
It was proof that the Alliance Army had, in fact, been here.
As much as they hated to admit it, the reality was clear: those Wilderness scumbags had retreated...
"Goddammit! They played us!"
The Lord swore, kicking a jutting rock and instantly shattering it with a CRACK.
Everyone fell silent.
