"I need you to use the communication room at the hidden base in City A and broadcast a warning to every survivor whose communication device we can reach."
"A warning about what, Young Madam?"
"A Cold Storm." Kisha's finger trembled as she typed those words out.
"Tell them to prepare for an extreme drop in temperature and, most importantly, emphasize just how dangerous it could become. The temperature could potentially fall as low as −50°C to −70.2°C. At that level, anyone without adequate shelter, heating, clothing, or supplies could freeze to death."
She paused for a moment before continuing.
"And don't make it sound like some ordinary weather warning. I want them to understand that this could become a disaster."
'The System specifically issued a Class-S Sudden Hidden Mission because of this. That alone tells me that this sudden change in temperature is far more serious than it appears.' Her gaze darkened as she thought of this.
