Many Nations refused to use guns or bombs in their personal fights. Modern warfare had turned out to be too painful, caused too much death. The eldest among them often wished to forget those cruel battles of recent years, wished to remain in the glory of the past. But of course, there were so many whose lives had been lived completely in the era of bullets and gunpowder, of missiles and rockets. They could find no rest. It could also be said, neither could the ones who had lived before then.
Winter's cold energy thrashed in the air. Lithuania defensively held his sword up against the spirit, though such a weapon would be useless. Frost formed on the cold metal, and the peasant woman recoiled in horror.
"You, warrior, who are you to command a demon?" she accused, eyes casting a hateful glare on Mongolia.
"Foolish girl. I do not command Winter. He and I are, you could say, allies. And victory is upon us! Follow!" He turned, his frost-specked cloak whirling aroun