"The residual energy of the polar storm is decreasing, just as the model predicted! Temperatures around the Locust Wall are expected to start rising in six hours. But because of the mimetic infiltration and lingering transformative properties of the creation energy, that area won't be able to recover its original ecosystem for at least a hundred years.
"Even after the temperature rises, it'll be difficult for the area to become habitable again. It seems that if we want to thaw the permafrost regions of the Great Wilderness, we can use no more than two-thirds of this energy when setting up our weather model. Otherwise, we risk causing a dangerous environmental upheaval."
In the control room of the Storm Tower, the mechanical sage of Sangha held his injured arm between his teeth as he used one hand to monitor the changes in the real-time data. The wolf girl stood beside him, studying the pile of rather tedious numbers and occasionally discussing them with the nearby mechanics. The plasma pistol at the Queen's waist was still loaded.
Clearly, she hadn't let her guard down after the battle, even though the Chaos invasion of the Storm Tower had now subsided.
Andrei had hurried back to stand beside his sister and their ruler. His damaged gauntlet was stained with blood that was difficult to wipe away. In the battle several hours ago, the fallen elves and the Thorn Clan's Night Assassins had waged a deadly battle of offense and defense inside the tower. As it turned out, no one in this frozen land could match the Nordmen's blades.
Count White Mountain wasn't skilled in machinery, nor was he particularly interested in it.
After all, you couldn't expect a royal who'd studied classical literature in college and minored in poetry to also know his way