January 16, at night.
In the deep mountain ranges of the southern New Continent, where hardly anyone ever set foot.
Snow and rain obscured the darkened sky, while clouds and mist shrouded the mountains.
At a raised section of the mountain stood a metal gate covered in moss.
The gate was six meters high and five meters wide, and its imposing appearance was reminiscent of the Prehistoric Ruins.
As the night deepened, the snow falling from the sky grew denser. Ice chips constantly struck the surface of the gate.
Suddenly, a group of people draped in thick black leather cloaks appeared from nowhere on the distant path.
They kept their heads lowered. Before long, they reached the gate and began knocking in a rhythmic pattern.
Not long afterward, accompanied by a rumble, the metal gate cracked open, leaving a gap just wide enough for a person to pass through.
Once they entered through the gap, the space inside suddenly opened up.
Countless structures woven from steel frames and concrete covered the ceiling overhead, with hundreds of floodlights hanging straight down.
The entire mountain had actually been hollowed out, leaving only the soil and sand outside as concealment! "Is the mission complete?"
The team members continued forward along the passage, but several people came straight toward them.
The leader also kept his head lowered. He wore the same thick black leather cloak, and his build was noticeably broader than an ordinary person's.
But as he approached, he lifted his head.
Beneath the black cloak was a horrifying face.
Black tiger whiskers fluttered in the airflow, dense fur covered his skin, and a huge character for "king" marked the center of his forehead.
He clearly had a human appearance and a human body, yet his face was completely that of another race.