"The horn has sounded; all we need to do now is wait quietly." Dai Jing made her way up the dilapidated staircase to the observation tower of the fortress.
From this tower, the lavish palaces resembled the Snow Mountain Holy Halls, their lights shining brightly, with golden fireplaces that would never go out—warm, clean, and comfortable...
Yet on the other side of the Snow Mountain, there was not even a drop of uncontaminated water. The average lifespan of the common people dwelling there was less than forty years. If they couldn't find resources to evolve themselves, they would quickly age and die amidst various radiations, mutations, diseases, and filthy air, often without finding any peace in death.
Dai Jing was born here but had long since grown to despise this land.
She knew that the mutated creatures were endless.
