Morning arrived at Snowfall Hollow.

The snow-covered peaks caught the first rays of sunlight, glowing faintly gold beneath the dawn.

Ice Seal had cleared out the central square of the settlement.

Thick beast-hide rugs had been spread across the ground, while braziers burned around the edges of the square.

Flames danced inside them, casting bright light across the area and pushing back the freezing cold drifting down from the mountains.

One hundred thirty-seven rescued cultivators stood in the square.

They still wore the same tattered clothing from the mine.