"What's going on?"
The furnace rumbled as it ran, but warmth was inevitably slipping away. The observation window had frozen and cracked, yet they could still see that body as deep as the starry sky. It was undoubtedly a god.
From beginning to end, the god had not spared them so much as a glance.
Its mere existence had turned the area within several kilometers into a dead zone for life. That was the power of a god.
To exist was to bring disaster.
"Cold... fucking freezing~~~"
It really was cold. Their breath condensed into ice crystals in the air, and even their voices trembled. Engines running at full speed should have generated enough heat to burn someone, but the Originium engines had failed at this moment.
They had not stopped running.
On the contrary, the engines were operating at maximum power, yet they could not make anyone feel warm. The engines were at full throttle, but their metal surfaces were freezing cold. It was utterly bizarre.
"That person..."
"You call something like that a person? Can you really call that thing a person without batting an eye?!"
People freezing in the cold tended to stay clearer-headed than usual, but the shadow of death brought by hypothermia was another matter. Some had sensed the scent of death, and all they could see before them was a bleak white expanse.
"Hiss—say, you're all from the Meteorological Bureau, right?"
Warm flames descended from the sky.
She was an energetic Feline. She dropped from above, cleaved open the fortress gate with an enormous chainsaw, and charged inside with the unquestionable bearing of a Guard operator.
A Rhodes Island operator, codename: Blaze.
Though she was asking them a question, Blaze's eyes swept everywhere, observing every detail of the small fortress. Her warm footsteps crossed