The Mirar River and the bay had both turned into thick sheets of ice. Luskan, which had originally only needed to defend its two flanks, was now surrounded by enemies on all four sides.
Hill examined Luskan's walls once more and finally realized that the section where the Mirar River flowed into Luskan, as well as the river mouth, had two walls of ice and snow standing there, merely covered with a layer of stone on the outside.
Hill had only given them a cursory glance earlier and had actually been fooled.
So they had considered what would happen later as well.
Once spring arrived and Luskan reopened its waterways, those two walls would probably melt into the sea.
And in winter, it was easy to build walls like these out of ice. Even without the Undead, an Advanced Magus like Laira could erect them with ease.
After circling Luskan once more, Hill felt that there was truly nothing else he needed to do for the city.
Purvi then returned to float among the clouds above the island where the Snow Palace stood.
The Otherworld Whale insisted on stopping there. He wanted to be able to admire his beautiful reflection below at all times.
Sitting on the terrace, Hill looked toward the Spine of the World. The white mountain range towered into the clouds. Though the parts above the cloud layer were not covered in snow, they were still frozen as far as the eye could see.
Hill had a feeling... it would not be long now.
That was hostility rushing straight at him, a madness so suffocating that even Nature Consciousness found it unbearable. The Half-Orcs of the Spine of the World had no reason left. They were weapons deliberately created, possessing nothing but hunger and the urge to