The cold moon hung in the sky, the night spread, and the snow fell as gently as goose feathers, turning the entire frigid Northern Land into a silver white.
Yet, despite such heavy snow, it still failed to mask the continuous outpour of blood and fallen bodies from both sides' soldiers.
Amidst the earth-shattering battle cries, the flowing, scorching red quickly crystallized in the fierce cold wind. Frost covered the sword blades and armor, and soldiers exhaled white breath; the battle and roars never ceased.
With the ferocious Golden Pupil Soldiers gradually returning to norm, and the ancient royal flags standing tall, Caroline and Hilda's hoarse commands barely managed to stabilize the battlefield on the long city walls of the Unfallen Fortress, preventing the enemy soldiers full of momentum from breaching the fortress.
This was not just due to Caroline and Hilda's proper command and the inspiration from the king's flags.
