In an instant, a massive blizzard swept down from the jagged peaks of the Norwegian mountains, swallowing the valley of Kattegat in an impenetrable wall of howling, freezing white. The sudden, violent drop in temperature transformed the muddy defensive trenches into solid rock, while the wind whipped the falling snow into blinding vortexes that severely limited visibility to mere paces.
Since the temperature had plummeted so drastically, the delicate mechanics of the Iron Empire's weaponry began to suffer.
The lubricating oil within the brass gears of the Repeater Cannons thickened into a stubborn paste, making the cranks stiff and unyielding, while the iron barrels themselves became so painfully cold that they would rip the skin from a bare hand.
