The Eternal Sleep Flute he carried hummed without cease.
Zong Shen closed his eyes and let the scenes unfold in his mind.
The first thing that appeared was a vast expanse of land blanketed in dark-red ice and snow.
The sky in the scene hung low, bearing an eerie dark-red sheen.
Countless warriors clad in heavy furs and mixed metal armor stood in formation across the ice fields.
They were massive in stature, most standing over two and a half meters tall.
The exposed skin on their bodies bore the coarse texture of flesh weathered by cold winds year after year.
Their skin carried a faint reddish-bronze hue.
The weapons they held were entirely unlike ordinary swords and blades.
They resembled peculiar creations forged from a fusion of giant beast bones and dark-red metal.
Some looked like the claws of ice bears, while others resembled mammoth tusks.
Most of their edges flowed with an undying icy-blue gleam.
The warriors shouted in a rumbling cadence that rose and fell.
Every sound merged into a surging wave of noise that continuously shook the earth.
The scene then pulled back.
A Great City of unimaginable grandeur could be seen standing there.
Its City Wall had not been built from piled brick and stone, but from entire blocks of polished dark-red permafrost bloodstone.
This rock became harder than iron in extreme cold, with faint blood-colored veins flowing within it.
Banners snapped in the wind atop the City Wall.
The emblem on the flags was a crimson Giant Bear standing atop a glacier and howling toward the sky.
Two enormous red gemstones had been set where the bear's eyes should have been.
Even through the image within this memory fragment, Zong Shen could clearly sense that they were energy cores imbued with the divinity of