For the past ten years, Lucian had worked without rest.
What had once been a quiet valley with only a handful of desperate survivors was now a thriving village that stretched across the land like a green jewel amidst the endless white wasteland.
Fields of crops grew year-round, protected by the warmth of the valley's reactors and tended by the people Lucian had taught.
The villagers had learned not only to survive but to live, and in doing so, they had created something miraculous.
The Dawn Village.
That was the name given by the outsiders who came from faraway places.
It was said to be a paradise in the frozen land—a place where food was plentiful, where children laughed without fear of starvation, and where people were treated fairly regardless of their pasts.
Naturally, word of such a place spread quickly.
People flocked to the valley. Refugees came in droves, drawn by the promise of safety and warmth.
