On the afternoon of the tenth day, the snow line gradually receded, revealing patches of exposed dark brown earth amidst the mountain forests.
The caravan finally came to a halt, the wheels making a dull sound as they sank into the snow's edge.
The heavy carriages lined up alongside the mountain road, more than fifty in total.
The massive guard unit dispersed to patrol the surrounding area.
The accompanying families also disembarked to help with the work, as this was their rare chance to step down from the carriages each day.
Mary carefully descended from the carriage, carrying a small jar.
Her skirt was soaked with snow water, but she disregarded it, holding her three-year-old daughter Yini in one arm and helping other women set up the cookware in the snow with the other.
"Did you hear? Even the Red Tide Territory is quite cold."
"I heard they made the land there by force, and all the houses were burned..."
