The Cataclysm Begins!

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The situation across the continent grew more turbulent by the day, but Port Nyanzaru remained fairly peaceful. Princess Anna of the Land of Ice and Snow sent Soren several letters, asking after him and mentioning a few things. The Princess seemed to have gone into seclusion recently. With winter approaching, the Land of Ice and Snow had to prepare for the coming cold. Winter was hard to survive in an age of scarce resources. The one good thing was that the cold forced many conflicts to a halt, and the spreading plague was nearly eradicated.

The cold weather would help the disease die out sooner.

Snow had yet to fall, but the first frost had arrived. Port Nyanzaru was a little better off: lying in a subtropical region, it had only a little frozen ground, while many other places had already begun to ice over. The frozen soil slowed construction considerably, but people kept working. If they failed to finish their homes in time, they would be left out in the cold that winter.

Five kilometers from Port Nyanzaru, a town was under construction. The site bustled with activity as more than a thousand people worked there.

They laid foundations, built houses, and raised walls.

First came a place to live. Then they could start clearing the surrounding land.

Half-Elves had hardworking, nimble hands. Give them a chance to work, and they knew how to support themselves.

At that moment,

Lane, whose injuries had nearly healed, was patrolling the construction site. As the man who had arranged to bring these Half-Elf civilians here, he had naturally become their leader. Barring any surprises, he would become the first town's mayor. The workers fell into two groups: Half-Elves from Falling Leaf City