The days grew colder and colder.
The once-turbulent, roiling sea had frozen into a rough, uneven sheet of ice.
And beneath the ice was nothing but black seawater, home to terrifying, polluted mutant fish.
These mutant fish wouldn't break through the surface, but they would swarm and attack the bottom of the rafts.
Although people on board could use the system's 3D raft model to repair the damage with materials, the constant cycle of destruction and repair was exhausting. It was manageable with two or more people on a raft, but otherwise, there was no way to get any real rest.
No one knew when their raft would be damaged, and if it got too bad, basic materials like wood and stones wouldn't be enough to fix it.
Enduring it for a day or two was one thing. Pushing through for three or four days was still possible.
But now it was the fifth day. The temperature had dropped so low that it had even stopped snowing, and there was no end in sight.
