The wind was particularly cold that night.
Saint York City, which should have been brightly lit, was now desolate.
The shops and houses near Saint York City had closed their doors and extinguished all lights. The brave ones peered through small gaps by their windows, watching the situation outside with fear.
The Saint York Square was filled with an intense cold. The soldiers of the Constant State National Guard were fully armed, but each one of them was trembling, their faces pale. Opposite them were soldiers several times their number, equipped with heavy weaponry—mounted machine guns, tanks slowly adjusting their turrets, and low-flying aircrafts. All tested the nerves of the National Guard soldiers.
Whispers arose in the night.
"Oh my God, those are Northern Legion specia
