"Binoculars!"
Upon spotting the anomaly, the chief in charge of the southern defense line stretched out his hand, and immediately someone handed over a pair of binoculars.
"Should we sound the alarm?"
A Deep Cold member asked.
Ever since the Marshal defected to Willson Pavilion, the guards of Deep Cold in the south have experienced a rare moment of relaxation.
Nearly a year of fighting had exhausted both parties.
The stretched highlands, spanning several kilometers, now bore thousands of new graves.
The bodies buried in these graves were all once living people.
They were all infamous Shadow Warriors of the martial world who now lay here because of the war.
Yet before the joy of Deep Cold members' narrow escape vanished, headquarters received news of a major invasion by The North Sea.
After all, Deep Cold was just an organization of Shadow Warriors.
Even as leaders of the martial world, they lacked the strength to confront The North Sea.
The gap was too evident.
