The cold wind howled, and heavy snow swirled through the air.
In the harsh, frigid environment, there was scarcely any sign of life. As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of snow and snow-covered forests.
Winter City, outside the North City Gate.
Countless Dawn flags snapped loudly in the howling wind.
Many of those flags had endured the ravages of war and time, becoming tattered, yet they still flew proudly in the wind.
From high above, the Dawn warriors had gathered into a torrent of steel.
Wind and snow lashed at the Dawn warriors' faces, adding further weathered marks to their cracked cheeks. Beneath their metal helmets, their eyes stared coldly at Winter City's northern gate.
The city they had once defended with their lives.
Every Dawn warrior understood what this battle meant.
If they lost, they would become Dawn Rebels, forever nailed to history's pillar of shame.
Justice belonged to the victors.
Cold winds converged in the air like snow dragons roaring in fury, tearing out a howl that echoed between heaven and earth.
At the forefront of the Dawn Army's formation, Mu Qing stood dressed in black, her icy gaze fixed on Winter City.
This battle was not what she wanted.
War would inevitably bring countless casualties.
If it had not been necessary, she would not have wanted to start this war.
But she had no choice but to fight it.
The domain lifeform secretly controlling Winter City had completely cut off the Dawn Army's retreat.
First came a series of sabotage operations targeting the Rune Modification Project.
For the greater good, she had endured it at the time.
But now, Winter City had completely cut off material supplies to the Frontline Supply Zone. That was equivalent to cutting off the front