Heading north from Central City, the scenery grew increasingly monotonous.
Owen had traveled for three days and two nights.
He spent the first night in a bustling town, the second in a farmhouse in a small village, and now, as far as the eye could see, everything was blanketed in snow, with scarcely a household in sight.
Just before nightfall, Owen finally found a small camp under the snow mountains belonging to the Celestial Mountains Brigade.
The camp was nearly empty, with only a handful of people remaining, as the rest had been dispatched to the main frontline.
For safety, Owen did not reveal his true identity, merely stating he was a general on a mission to the temple.
The soldiers guarding the camp harbored no suspicions.
By evening, a few of them gathered around what was normally an officers' round table, drinking and eating meat.
Owen listened to the soldiers' idle chat as he ate.
"Do you think they'll come back?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!