Chapter 145

"Everything seems to be going according to plan, Commander," Ursuline noted.

Riftan neither confirmed nor denied it, opting instead to accelerate the army's march.

Hebaron looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Did the message contain any troubling news?"

"None. Everything is progressing as planned. Once we've liberated Midna, we will advance to Dristan to reclaim the last occupied city. That should delay the dragon's resurrection."

The problem was what came after. Lost in thought, Riftan gazed over the snowy expanse. He frowned when he felt the wind pick up. Ice particles swirled above the ground like fog, and thick snowflakes poured from the gray sky.

A snowstorm is coming, he thought as he tried to gauge the remaining distance to their destination. Though they still had a considerable way to go, pressing on would mean setting up camp in a blizzard.