Chapter 178: The First Light of Daybreak
When was this? Was this Earth as it had once been?
Though these questions kept haunting them, no one asked them aloud.
The answer seemed to have already surfaced in their hearts.
As light grew increasingly scarce, much of the vegetation, already ravaged by the monsters' gnawing, also began to wither from a lack of nutrients.
But the world had not given up its struggle. To provide food for the remaining living creatures, plants began to need less light, until varieties appeared that could survive on heat and nutrients alone.
But what good did that do?
Everything on the earth lay beneath a terrifying shadow of death. Oppressive, suffocating despair surged in endless waves, leaving everyone unable to breathe.
Where was the resistance? Had they already given up? Had those people, those beings like superhumans or even divine beasts, all died out?
Had no new savior appeared?
As eighteen mentally tormented spectators, they were powerless. This was history, and they could not intervene. Even if they could, they would only be offering themselves up as meat.
Yet they longed to witness a miracle.
Although they knew that miracle must exist, watching the world sink little by little into an increasingly inescapable plight filled their hearts with a deep, nameless fear.
Some even wondered whether they were truly living through that period of history-and whether, if no turning point came, the future world would cease to exist as well.
The objections were fierce and numerous, but that only showed how deeply uneasy everyone felt.
The scene changed again, and the conference table arrived in a freezing valley.
There were no corpses around, no plants, no animals, and no signs of human habitation. Not even an insect chirped. Everything was terrifyingly silent.
It was probably