Leithanien was shrouded in a thin veil of mist.
It was not Victoria's industrial smog. Calling that city the City of Fog was more of a joke. By comparison, Leithanien's mist carried a lightness, as though it had drifted in from the mountains and wilderness, with an untouched, natural air to it.
"The environment is nice."
Rosmontis pulled her coat tighter. The Winterwisp Mountains were drawing ever closer, and the raw, frigid air rushed toward her. The peaks here were slender and elongated, like blades slashing down at an angle, complementing Leithanien's signature tower architecture. It was hard to say who had imitated whom.
"The entry procedures went very smoothly."
Biyin stood beside her, glancing at her captain from time to time as though afraid the cold wind would blow her over. After all, no matter how powerful Rosmontis was, her physical body was still that of a very frail little Feline and needed careful protection.
Rosmontis's only weakness was her body itself. That was precisely why her squad members needed to become the strongest shields, standing before their captain and facing death without fear.
"Captain, go inside first. We're still some distance from where the distress signal was sent."
Rosmontis nodded, entered the cabin, and quietly took her seat.
Mudrock's Squad's distress signal had never stopped, but according to the report, they had lost their bearings and were now trapped in the mountains. They were under constant assault from the Winterwisp Blood Shamans and could fail to hold out at any moment.
Now, Rhodes Island's advance team had finally established a real-time communication link with Mudrock, allowing them to exchange a few words.
"This is Mudrock's Squad. Respond if you can hear me."
"Rosmontis Squad, subordinate to Rhodes Island. We are establishing communications with you. Report your location immediately,