Chapter 273 - Elysia Summer Break’s days

The air in the northern border city of Frostfall was sharp enough to cut lungs, carrying the scent of pine, frozen earth, and a faint, ever-present undercurrent of fear. From the high ramparts, one could see the nightmarish geography that defined this part of the world: the impossibly vast, black walls that seemed to hold back the sky itself, and beyond them, the endless, blinding white of the monster-infested ice lands. It was a view that reminded every inhabitant of the fragile line between civilization and annihilation.