March 30, Stannum.
The heavy snow brought on by the Winter Angel's ascension still had not stopped.
The fighting on the Black Eagle front had completely subsided—under snow this heavy, which blocked both sight and sound, carrying out any tactics was impossible.
Often, taking just one step would make everyone suddenly vanish from sight, while all sounds disappeared as well. Yet they could not simply stay where they were and wait to be buried by the snow... They could only wander aimlessly while lost. Then they would easily stumble into the enemy's camp and be captured outright.
As a result, the more a side favored staying put and defending, the greater its advantage became.
The mages of the Narcissus Principality had always excelled at positional warfare. They could even control the power of this demonic snow and incorporate it into their own spells.
In the army, at least seventy percent of which was made up of Black Eagle people, spellcasters were in desperately short supply. The soldiers could do nothing about it. They could only use a Ritual Array to protect their camps and conceal them from magical searches.
With the heavy snow blocking the roads, supplies could not reach the front line at all. Even the only water source had been frozen over from afar by the mages' spells, leaving them no choice but to rely on alchemists to melt ice for water. The Demon Scholars were already exhausting themselves merely maintaining the concealment rituals.
The alchemical puppets were also completely impossible to operate due to the lack of mana sources. The alchemists' own mana was nowhere near enough to support so many alchemical puppets, to say nothing of how this snow, which obscured perception, had turned the puppets into complete blind men. They could no longer act autonomously