Mai Lang Valley, where the snow has just thawed, mud and water still linger, but there's a hint of life's warmth on the earth.
As the last remains of the Frost Giant were cleared from the valley, Louis stood atop a small hill, gazing at the gradually reclaimed basin plain, and slowly exhaled.
The giant is dead, the threat removed, but the real battle is just beginning.
A large number of refugees are being orderly guided by the Red Tide Lord's Hall, entering the valley once occupied by ice and monsters.
Ox carts loaded with all their belongings and groups of refugees drove in, smoke rose at the valley's entrance, the cries of children, the rhythmic clanging of the blacksmith, and the crisp sound of hoes breaking the earth, together created a new rhythm of life.
This will no longer be a dead land.
Louis named it "Mai Lang Territory."
It's not just a name, but a hope.
