At the border, Ethan stood at the prepared outpost and looked towards Song. The capital wasn't very cold. However, it was so cold here that every breath that left his lips immediately faded away into white mist.
Very soon, snow would begin to fall in Song as well as Gideon. Song was accustomed to the cold, so this was a disadvantageous war for Gideon. Once they began, they needed to move quickly and end it as soon as possible.
"This place is really cold."
Having encased his large body in a warm coat, the second prince panted as he approached Ethan.
Just looking at the man made him feel frustrated. Ethan let out a sigh.
"You should have remained at the camp, Your Highness. Why did you come all the way out here?"
"Father Emperor personally ordered me to come here. Don't you think we should prepare for this together?"