In the endless wastelands of the Desert North, hundreds of swift horses thundered across the plains, pressing onward to the north.

After five days and nights of relentless travel, the forces from all directions finally arrived at the northern battlefield.

Even though winter was nearing its end on the steppes of the Desert North, the battlefields near the far north remained bitterly cold.

Over the past decade, the grasslands had grown colder, especially near the far north. The weather had taken its toll on the vegetation, which dwindled, making the land increasingly inhospitable for humans.