By the end of Dragon King Calendar Year 416, the depths of winter had arrived.
Time had slipped by across the vast, ancient lands of Fitoia Territory.
The unprecedented "Great Migration," an undertaking worthy of a place in human history,
had continued in full swing for an entire year and a half, from its initial planning and mobilization to the present.
The once prosperous and abundant Fitoia Territory had become empty and desolate.
In town after town, village after village, nine homes out of ten stood vacant.
Only the howling winter wind remained, sweeping tattered leaves through deserted streets and playing a bleak song of farewell.
Driven by the supreme decree of the Asla Kingdom, the Boreas Greyrat Family's enormous investment at any cost, and the efforts of countless officials, soldiers, and residents themselves,
this grand undertaking, a race against a "divine prophecy," was nearing its final stages.
More than ninety percent of the population-hundreds of thousands of Fitoia's people-had successfully evacuated in successive waves from the homeland that the "Prophetic Blessed Child," Cui Ciyou, had declared a "land of future calamity."
They had been properly resettled in the territories of Milbotz to the south, Doldia to the northwest, and Shiboya to the west, designated by the kingdom itself, which had ordered all three great lords to cooperate fully.
The entire process had been fraught with unimaginable difficulties-shortages of supplies, congested roads, the spread of disease, and the anxiety over the future that gnawed ceaselessly at people's hearts.
Amid this immense social upheaval, there had even been monster attacks and greedy bandits hoping to take advantage of the chaos.
Yet through the firm suppression of the kingdom's Knight Order army and the tireless efforts of everyone involved, they had finally endured the most difficult and chaotic phase.
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