The War for The North [60]
Chapter 173: The Crimson Night
Three weeks had passed since Cassian performed the purification atop the Winter Castle.
The golden light that covered the sky that night had ripped away the cursed plague over the North, granting a second life to thousands of people who were about to die.
However, the peace that followed that night was not the silence of victory Cassian expected. On the contrary, it was that suffocating, nerve-wracking stillness before the storm.
There was not a single trace of the Obsidian Dawn.
Cassian, cloaked in his black crow form, was gliding over the vast, snow-covered lands of the North.
His sharp eyes were searching for the slightest blemish, the slightest movement, an anomaly on the pristine white world below. But all he saw was an disturbingly peaceful and equally eerie emptiness.
