The world seemed to be collapsing behind them in a cacophony of groaning metal and distant thunder. Northveil, a city that had only recently tasted the fruits of a brilliant Magitech industrial revolution, was now slowly sinking into a vast sea of steam and iron. The sky above the harbor glowed a violent, searing red—not from the approaching dawn, but from the ravenous fires devouring the logistics warehouses and the skeletal remains of the Northern Fortress. The blizzard intensified, its sharp ice crystals stinging like needles against exposed skin, yet that biting cold was utterly eclipsed by the agonizing ache in the chests of every Sudrath soldier forced into this bitter retreat.
