It was already late at night, yet the castle of the Land of Snow was unusually bustling.
The castle, which had originally been as tranquil as a sleeping beast, was now brightly illuminated by the light of countless torches. Ninja figures darted back and forth continuously, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the stone slabs.
Corpses were carried out of the castle on stretchers, their bodies cold and rigid, some with expressions of terror and pain still frozen on their faces.
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