Tir Na Lia had once been a city belonging to Vampires. After it was occupied by the elves, it became the capital of the Elf Race.
Its architecture showed no elven style at all. Instead, it possessed the flamboyant aesthetic unique to Vampires. The countless Gothic spires throughout the city looked like grave mounds from afar.
However, because of the White Frost, the city was shrouded in wind and snow. Everything was hazy, with only a few black patches exposed beneath the snow. No elves could be seen moving about the city either; it was too cold outside, so they needed to hole up indoors for the winter.
The projected Wild Hunt army was undead, so they feared no severe cold and could even wield it as a weapon. But the elves' actual bodies were like those of all flesh-and-blood creatures—once frozen, they would become brittle as ice.
"This city is really damn huge." After having Cloak enter stealth mode, Su Ming crouched atop it with Ciri, spying on the city from high in the air outside its walls. "This side of the city wall alone is over a hundred kilometers long, about fifty Staje."
This world had already been completely enveloped by the White Frost. Naturally, the elves could not continue living scattered across different cities, so they all lived in the capital.
"You don't need to translate it into terms from your hometown. I know what kilometers are." Ciri covered her mouth and whispered. Although Deathstroke had assured her they would not be discovered, the thought of millions of elves in the city still made her uneasy. "What's your plan? Assassinate their navigator? Or launch a surprise attack on the Wild Hunt King, Eredin Bréacc Glas?"
The environment she had grown up in was too simple, and she