A surprise attack

In another blink of eyes, another month has passed. The sea of various tents from various armies has returned to the green grassland, and the village became crowded once again. The same thing cannot be said to the 5 airships that haven't shown their appearance.

It was early in the morning and Frigs found himself doing the usual thing he did every morning, 'Time to go around the village and see if anybody need help… Will be quite lonely with Wood away in the meeting with the generals though,"

Frigs smiled as he began going around the village, greeting everybody that passed him. Soon, he found himself standing near the border gate as he had his head raised toward the sky, "I wonder if Sir Rolgen's attempt is successful…"

Frigs smiled as he looked forward, taking his first step and continuing going around, patrolling the village. But something was approaching at an extreme speed, the scary cold mist.