From a bird's-eye view, the battlefield underwent change once again.
If previously it resembled a giant seven-toothed rake ceaselessly sweeping across the Imperial mechs' positions, leaving trenches filled with the corpses of Imperial mechs,
Shaped like a chessboard,
Now it was as if a light snow had begun to fall.
The snowflakes were not large, their hexagonal crystal shapes barely discernible, and the gaps between the snowflakes quite substantial, owing to the sparse snowfall.
But with winter's arrival, the snow did not melt upon touching the ground. In the blink of an eye, the land was blanketed by this light snow.
Not until now did this light snow reveal its true nature.
The biting cold belonged to the metal bodies of the Imperial mechs, and the pureness came from the blood of imperial apes.
As long as the apes were eradicated, this planet would naturally return to tranquility—thus, this was a form of purification.