The personal guard rolled under the saddle and dismounted, the neck of the homing pigeon in his hand stained with blood, its wings still trembling: "Princess! Smoke rises fiercely from Snow Wolf Castle!" The biting wind carrying snow pelted her face, but she was oblivious, her infant son's cries tugging at her heartstrings—recalling Shi Feiyang's parting words "wait for me," now turning into a spark in her eyes.
A short blade sliced across her palm, blood droplets turning into ice on the bowstring, "Relay my command! Sisters, arm yourselves! Those who trespass on Lindan, let their blood consecrate the snowy plains!" Her clear shout shattered the silence over the slightly cracked ice lake. Atop the wooden walls of Snow Wolf Castle, Fortress Master Intel wielded an eighty-pound Wolf Fang Club, its shadows flashing like lightning.
Korchin soldiers' heads burst, brains mixing with snow, splattering the battlements.
