"Faster! Move faster!"
"Pick up the pace!!!"
Their voices were hoarse from shouting.
Beneath the frozen sky and snow, thick blue-black clouds hung heavily overhead.
Paul Kokin, who was in charge of directing the Survivors' evacuation, stood atop a military-green Off-road Vehicle, waving his arms over and over as he directed the crowd.
Behind him, a dense mass of Survivors squeezed into a black Space Gate.
The Survivors, carrying bags large and small and bearing all their worldly possessions, formed a long line. fear and confusion about the future filled their faces.
Suspended half a meter above the ground, the Space Gate looked like a hole torn into the canvas of reality, with profound darkness at its center.
The crowd filed through one after another. As the line moved, the black portal followed, appearing in different locations.
Every time a white light flashed, the portal became like a Black Hole, sucking in groups of ten Survivors.
They were utterly exhausted.
The Awakeners responsible for supplying the portal's energy sat on the vehicle roofs, leaning against one another. Whenever one Squad ran out of strength, the next Squad immediately took over like a set of precision gears, not daring to delay even for a moment.
Every second of delay meant ten fewer people getting through. A minute meant six hundred people. Each living human life forced them to make no mistakes.
Their breath turned to mist. As the convoy moved, Paul subconsciously looked toward the dark red glow in the distance. His cracked hands grabbed some snow from the roof and rubbed it over his tired face.
In the distance was the Awakener Legion responsible for intercepting the Red Tide.
From time to time, he could see Third-Order Awakeners crashing into the ground from high in the sky, clusters of dazzling