After three consecutive days of nearing minus one hundred forty-five degrees, the temperature finally began to show signs of rising.
This was good news, but the extreme low temperatures from a few days ago left everyone with lingering fear.
That was the limit of human survival.
Minus one hundred and forty-five degrees Celsius.
That number was like a cold death sentence, weighing down on the hearts of everyone in the base.
The outside world was no longer merely cold. It was a death zone that could instantly shatter steel and freeze the air. Howling winds carrying shards of ice acted like sharp blades, leaving fine scratches on any exposed surface.
