Even more astonishing was the tangible defensive power of the light screen.
When the north wind carrying shards of ice crashed into the canopy, it actually sent spiderweb-like ripples across the golden wall of light.
The icy spikes capable of tearing through steel armor instantly vaporized upon the light wall's surface, and the rising white mist was purified by the Holy Light into fine specks of radiance.
Beneath the canopy, the frost on the soldiers' eyelashes quietly melted into dewdrops, and their frozen fingers once again felt the pulse of blood.
Outside the light screen, several wandering beasts that cautiously approached had only just touched the boundary.
Blue smoke immediately rose from their fur.
Then, amid silent wails, they turned into scattered icy fragments.
The golden light screen of the Dawn Canopy was as heavy and substantial as gilding, yet exceptionally light as it flowed.
Like a miracle, it covered thirty kilometers of Wall of Despair defenses.
It tore apart the deathly silence of eternal night that had coiled around this place, leaving even the thickest darkness unable to gather beneath the Light Blade.
Within the canopy's coverage, the raging wind and snow abruptly ceased.
Even the air seemed to have been gently smoothed over.
The snowflakes on the soldiers slowly melted into droplets in the warmth, running down the hems of their clothes.
They struck the cold stone bricks, splashing into tiny droplets.
Fingers that had nearly frozen numb gradually regained feeling in the all-encompassing warmth, and blood began to surge through them again.
The warmth seeping from their marrow made many soldiers unable to resist letting out satisfied sighs.
This utter warmth formed a stark contrast with the ink-like darkness and deathly stillness solidified beyond the light screen.
On one side was reviving warmth; on the other was