The Arctic.
The endless ice field lay blanketed in white snow.
It was a place countless people longed to visit, but unfortunately, only the wealthy could set foot there.
Crystal-clear icebergs and scenery untouched by industry formed the most beautiful sights.
Blizzards and frigid temperatures had shaped one magnificent, beautiful iceberg after another.
These icebergs came in all sizes.
They floated across the pristine blue sea, vast and breathtaking.
Upon the boundless ice field,
Tourists bundled in thick down jackets held cameras, recording the beauty of the place. It seemed that as long as they captured the scenery with their devices, they could prove they had been there.
Yet within a massive ice cavern amid the endless ice field, a clear electrical hum echoed.
"Bzzzt—"
Warm steam rose from the cave, which should have been freezing cold.
Within the mist,
Rows of cutting-edge weapons with strange designs were neatly arranged.
Mysterious Kryptonian writing covered the iceberg walls.
As the view drew closer and lowered,
A pool-shaped platform enclosed by cold, gleaming metal was filled with crimson liquid.
The heat drifting up to the ceiling of the cavern came from this mysterious fluid.
The sloshing sound of scarlet blood rubbing and flowing against itself was unbearably piercing in the silent space.
"Thump, thump—"
It was like some heavy object striking the hollow cavern.
At the center of the pool sat a massive, fleshy sphere.
Its surface was layered with veins and flesh, blue-purple blood vessels spreading over the lump of meat.
Countless metal tubes had been inserted into it.
They drew the red blood from the pool and injected it into the sphere, as though nourishing and watering it.
As the red nutrient fluid circulated,
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The tubes wriggled, and the blood pool slowly began to churn.
As though