The desolate night, the evening breeze blowing, carrying a slight chill.
In the wilderness.
The campfire crackled and burned, dispelling the surrounding darkness, creating a bright area.
A group of survivors clad in pitch-black war armor gathered around the campfire, the firelight reflecting off the armor, casting fiery red glows.
It seemed as though they were warming themselves, but in truth, they were playing with fire, their armored hands stirring the burning logs in the campfire, unfazed by the intense heat.
"This war armor is amazing; we can't feel any heat even with our hands over the fire."
After acquiring new toys, everyone played tirelessly and joyfully.
Previously, even with clothes on, they would feel cold approaching a campfire, but now with the war armor on, their body temperature remained constant and comfortable.
Huo Fen asked, "Have you all carefully read the 'Zombie Album'?"
