Amidst the frigid aftermath of the battle, the once defiant Northern Tribes lay vanquished and broken. The landscape was a haunting tableau of frozen despair and blood. As the last remnants of resistance crumbled before me and my army, I surveyed the conquered territory with an air of cold satisfaction. The Northern Tribes had been nearly silenced. A cruel smile played on my lips

"Is there no one left? No one worthy of facing the might of the Empire?" I addressed the remnants of the once-proud warriors with a voice as cold as the frost around us.