Lazarus was at the front line with Arthor and the family heads of the banners they represented. It was in the middle of the night and they could barely see anything especially in the thick blizzard. The people of the North were born and raised in this rough environment and it didn't bother them in the slightest. Their eyes slowly adapted to the darkness and the cold, not only that, the two moons began to provide light as if the world had shown its support to them.
Lazarus looked up and noticed how the wind suddenly changed its course toward the valley in front of him. He looked at the first mountain and knew it was Sanya who could manipulate nature that easily. He was grateful to have someone as powerful as her on their side.
