Bone Canyon, narrow and long like a divine scar stood deep within the Northern Territory's white bone mountain range.
Both walls were covered in snow, never melting throughout the year.
This was the last chaotic burial site from a hundred years ago when the Snow Country dynasty fell, rumored to be the resting place of a hundred thousand restless warrior souls.
Now this is the battleground chosen by Duke Edmund, the Northern Empire's final defense line, also a desperate gamble forged by fifty thousand blood and flesh.
"Bury all shock stone magic explosion bullets in the first line, every fifty steps a trench filled with petroleum, connecting the entire line without gaps!" The Duke's stern command spread through the snow.
Within seven days, all coalition forces were organized into three defense lines:
The first line comprised light cavalry, lurking like needles beneath the ice, responsible for triggering explosive traps, just waiting for the Barbarian Race to step in.
