In the High Temperature Zone, everything visible slightly twists, as if viewed through a layer of steam.
The black asphalt spreads like a river, winding around carbonized trees and integrating with the ruins of buildings.
Yet, even in such a harsh world, life still exists.
A rat as large as a medium-sized dog stands in the shade of the ruins, devoid of fur, its blood visible flowing beneath its skin. At this moment, it supports its body with its hind legs to watch the sky, always feeling like something flashed by, unsure if it can be eaten.
Just as it hesitated whether to chase after it, something soft suddenly pressed against its head.
Without any hesitation, instinct already stimulated its motor neurons, causing its hairless body to shoot out like a cannonball.
At the critical moment, it can still turn its head to look behind.
Instantly, its lively eyes were swallowed by an abyssal fear, its body stiffening like dry wood, crashing to the ground and rolling far.
