Descent

Rumble...

More than a dozen enormous metal fortresses raced across the icefield at full speed.

Outside the cockpits was a boundless expanse of white. One glance was enough to make them feel death by freezing was not far away.

Hundreds of drivers stared wide-eyed. Even behind layers of goggles, they still felt the snow's glare could blind them.

But they did not dare blink.

Their eyes were bloodshot as they pushed the engines to their limits in a desperate race against death!

As time passed, fierce winds carrying ice and snow swept across the Far Northern Icefield.

After 2 hours and 59 minutes, the coordinates 150 kilometers east appeared in view.

Staring ahead, the observers felt as though their eyes were playing tricks on them.

The scene seemed unreal.

The various bases dispatched drones to investigate.

Once the footage was confirmed, everyone froze.

Far away on the endless icefield, a tiny figure stood silently in the freezing wind.

He stood quietly and without a sound, draped in a snow-white fox-fur coat that reached the ground.

The fox fur around the collar swayed in the cold wind. It looked thick and warm, obscuring most of the person's face and making his features impossible to see.

The enormous metal fortresses continued rumbling closer.

Yet the people inside were deeply shaken.

Was that a human?

Were there indigenous people in the Far North?

That made no sense. At today's temperature, even natives would not be able to endure it, would they?

And there was nothing within at least a thousand meters around that person.

There was no way he could have arrived, no way he could leave, and nowhere to shelter from the freezing wind.

Just looking at his aura...

A lone figure stood amid the vast heavens and earth, unmoving in the