The wind and snow raged outside, and the sky above Frost Halberd City was as gray as a pot of thick molten iron.
Inside the office of the Northern Governor's Mansion, the fire in the fireplace was weak, unable to suppress the bone-chilling cold.
Duke Edmund, draped in a black military cloak, stood in front of a wooden table, his brows furrowed, staring at the open map.
Frost Halberd City, in the center of the map, used to be the pride of the Northern Territory. Now, it was like a festering sore pinned on paper, too painful to look at directly.
"It cannot remain."
His gaze slowly drifted away, landing on other potential new city sites on the map, but none were completely suitable.
"Corpses, poisonous fog, necrotic remnants... as long as the remnants from the Nest are not cleared, Frost Halberd City cannot be inhabited."
