Winter is about to descend.
The first full year after the Mother Nest War is also coming to an end.
And Duke Edmund still retains his old-era traditions, holding a Northern Territory meeting before the deep autumn ends and the snow season begins.
But this year, the meeting place is no longer that grand and majestic, coldly imposing Frost Halberd City from memory.
That city is dead.
The entire city, repeatedly consumed, gnawed, and penetrated by insect poison, has long become like a recently deceased giant corpse.
Streets collapsed, rooftops caved in, wells dried up, with some even emitting black goo, no one dares approach.
It doesn't look like a city, but a graveyard.
Now the three words "Frost Halberd City" left on the map are just an empty name.
The real new city is established two miles northwest of the old city, depending on mountains and ridges, as a temporary location.
