At this moment, this strategic throat has long been soaked repetitively with blood.
Causing the ice surface to appear in a nauseating dark brown color.
The air is thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.
The improvised steel fortress and defense works are covered with massive claw marks, dents from collisions.
The utterly exhausted soldiers lean against the cold shelters.
Seizing every minute and second to recover their strength.
Many wrap themselves in blankets and fall into a deep sleep.
Their faces stained with indelible fatigue.
The fjord command center is located deep within an enormous hollowed out and reinforced ice cave.
Commander Ji Wuya, a white-haired elder whose figure remains as straight as a spear.
Draped in severely worn dark gold General Armor.
He looks about seventy or eighty years old.
This means that, even if he is a Martial Venerate.
At this age among Martial Venerates,
he too is almost at the end of his journey.
