「The Land of Extreme Cold.」
A well-equipped squad, illuminated by the afterglow of an interstellar voyage, slowly descended upon the icy landscape.
The man in the lead was tall and slender. Every step he took was steady and powerful, emanating a daunting aura that warned others to keep their distance.
His pure black combat suit clung tightly to his frame, outlining his lean, muscular physique, its hem fluttering wildly in the biting wind.
He wore a tactical mask that hid most of his face, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes behind his goggles. They radiated a bone-chilling coldness, like a venomous snake poised to strike its prey at any moment, sending shivers down one's spine.
Their path was precise and direct, showing no signs of deviation, as if they were already intimately familiar with this dangerous region.
Finally, they arrived before the iceberg.
