On the frozen wastelands of the Northern Frontier, where icy winds howled relentlessly, Louis Calvin tightened his wolf-fur cloak and stood alone atop an icy cliff.
As the son of a duke, he had been cast into this land of eternal winter by his family under the guise of “the glory of pioneering.”
Just when he thought he was doomed to die, his Daily Intelligence System activated:
【Thirty-seven Icebound Starving Wolves are lurking in the southeastern valley. They will raid the territory tonight.】
【At dawn, an ancient god’s corpse will emerge from the Frozen Lake, with remnants of Winter Divinity still lingering in its heart.】
【The Church of the Golden Flower will regard you as a blasphemer. The Holy Flame Knights have already set out on their northern crusade.】
【A Dragon Frenzy will sweep across the continent. Not one human in ten thousand will survive.】
……
While the southern nobles schemed and fought among themselves for positions of power, Louis’s iron cavalry had already trampled over barbarian tribes.
Frost Dragons roared above the Cold-Iron Great Wall.
Winter has come.
And this storm will eventually engulf the entire continent.
