Night lay heavy, and the north wind howled.
In the demon camp, two of the eight Demon God Pillars that had once gleamed brightly had now gone dark.
Apart from the soft crunch of patrolling soldiers' footsteps, everything was silent.
The temperature outside Imperial Dragon Pass had already fallen to forty degrees below zero. Even some of the thick-skinned demon races found the bitter cold unbearable.
Weather like this severely affected demons and humans alike.
But the towering walls of Imperial Dragon Pass blocked the freezing wind, leaving the humans far better off than the demons.
Aside from the soldiers on patrol, not a single demon dared leave its tent. Even if one ran outside to take a leak, the stream would probably freeze along with the plumbing before it hit the ground.
To support the northern front, the Demon Race had shipped nearly every reasonably thick tent it could spare here, doing its best to ensure every demon soldier had shelter.
These soldiers were here to wear down humanity's strength, not to freeze to death in the bitter north.
At first, a million troops had gathered outside Imperial Dragon Pass, and there had been nowhere near enough tents. But as the Holy War continued, their numbers had dwindled sharply. Now, the surviving three hundred thousand could finally all squeeze into tents.
Ten demons had to cram into a twenty-square-meter tent. Even massive demons like the bear demons had to pack four or five into one. Even if they had to pile on top of one another, they all had to fit inside.
Because even they had no desire to freeze.
The tents stretched for a thousand kilometers, packed close together in a dense, interlocking arrangement to keep out as much of the cold wind as possible.
Under the Undead