Death Element Improved

It was midnight, and it was bitterly cold. Winter was approaching, and the empire would be under a cold spell for at least a half-year.

In our universe, there are only two seasons. One is a scorching, dry summer, while the other is a cold, icy winter.

Each season lasted around six months, making people's livelihoods, particularly those of commoners, precarious.

The summer was pleasant since the heat was not severe enough to kill, crops did not wilt, and people could hunt for a living. The winter, on the other hand, was a whole other story. The temperature was so low that lower-class citizens with minimal clothing to keep them warm would perish from the cold.

And their crops, which they had sown with their lives on the line, bore little harvest, and the animals they could hunt were also hidden most of the time owing to the cold.