A few days before the first meeting of the Northern Reconstruction Directorate began, a group of heavy-hoofed riders arrived in Frost Halberd City.
The banners of the Red Tide Territory fluttered fiercely in the snowy winds.
The hoofbeats of over fifty knights broke the silence, like a torrent forged from fire.
Their leader was the current Viscount Red Tide, Louis Calvin.
At this time, the winter snow had just receded, yet decay was still present.
The fields and defenses outside Frost Halberd City still bore marks of the insect infestation.
The remnants of Nest carcasses, devoured bones, overturned wooden sheds, and charred gullies... all filled the air with a nauseating stench.
"It should have been cleaned once, but still…" A knight traveling with them covered his mouth and nose, his face pale.
"The snow melted, and the smell is coming up." Louis spurred his horse forward, his expression calm.
