Bologue leaned by the window, overlooking the brightly lit Fortress of the Morning Wind. Even though it was already late at night, the soldiers' work had not ended; they were cleaning up bodies, setting up temporary defenses, and repairing broken defenses... The war between the Fortress of the Morning Wind and the Rebellious Royal Court was not over yet. Before the Land of Eternal Night was completely destroyed, the Night Race still had the possibility of crossing the sea.
"So quiet..."
A soft sigh sounded as Aimou walked over with a plate of cookies and jam, placing the tray on the window ledge. Together with Bologue, she looked into the hazy darkness.
"I thought there'd still be a raging wind here at night."
The endless howling wind swept across the Wind Source Highlands, carrying with it cold and noise, enveloping everyone, leaving only the vast wilderness. But tonight, that restless wind had subsided, and an unusual calm had descended.
