Light snow fell gently. At some unseen point, the sky had grown increasingly overcast, and the temperature began to plummet. Faint streaks of lightning flickered silently through the dark clouds, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. With only one day left until the disaster, winter's harshest cold wave had quietly arrived, finally baring its fangs.
Inside the snow-capped mountain camp.
Despite the deafening commotion outside, Su Mo sat behind his desk with a hollow gaze. It was as if he were trapped in a nightmare. Even though he stared straight ahead, his pupils were completely unfocused, as if he were brain-dead.
Suddenly.
As another flash of lightning tore through the night and the world echoed with thunder, a sharp glint shot from Su Mo's eyes, momentarily brightening the dim tent. In that instant, all his previous confusion and bewilderment vanished. It was replaced by a profound clarity, like sunlight finally piercing through a dense fog.
