The sky revealed a faint purple-gold dawn as everyone gathered at the edge of the broken camp, gazing at the new sealing structure in the distance that, though swaying and swaying, remained indestructible.
At this moment, there were no words, only silence, yet that belief was sturdier and more solid than any rock—it belonged to this world and to those who sacrificed their lives for it!
The cold wind of the Far North remained harsh and merciless, sweeping past the edge of the crack, laced with the mixed scent of ice and snow and corrosion, piercing to the bone.
The thick gray clouds in the sky hung low, as if at any moment a giant beast might leap from the clouds to tear the earth into fragments.
The earth vein crack in the distance gaped open like a giant mouth, radiating a cold and eerie glow amidst the intertwining of endless darkness and scarlet veins.
