Deep winter was drawing to an end; spring was on its way.
Spring was the season of life. All things revived, the earth cloaked itself in green, with red flowers and green grass, verdant mountains and clear waters. Even the animals, having weathered the long winter, fully regained their vitality and began to breed, setting another cycle of life in motion.
But this spring was different.
It was cold.
Not only was the air cold—so were people's hearts.
The Main Plane's calendar was much like Earth's. A year here was likewise divided into four seasons, with the day of shortest daylight—the winter solstice—as New Year's Day. It was a simple, blunt calendar, and highly convincing.
The winter solstice marked the midpoint of winter. A month and a half after it came the beginning of spring. And during that final month and a half, the first half was more or less the coldest time of year.
Generally speaking, when people wanted to wage war, they usually chose winter. The main reason was that farmers had little to do in winter and were quite idle.
For orcs, waging war in winter could consume a great deal of population, save food, and optimize the species. It was an even more praiseworthy policy.
Sui Xiong floated above the terrace on the roof of Void City Hall, gazing at the eastern sky.
The clouds of war had nearly condensed into substance, iron-gray and deeply unpleasant to behold.
"I wonder how many people will die in this great war..." He let out a deep sigh and kept shaking his head.
"In the end, it is their own choice," Leon said calmly beside him. "We will find ways to protect refugees and prevent massacres, but we cannot stop them from going to war. If people want to