Chapter 36
A year passed quietly, marking the beginning of events that would change everything.
In the heart of Siberia, during the winter solstice, the land was barren and blanketed in white. The wind and snow swept across the endless ice, burying all traces beneath a layer of pure, biting cold.
Snow whipped through the air as fierce winds howled over the vast frozen expanse. On top of a towering iceberg, several figures stood braced against the storm, their thick scarves flapping wildly in the gusts.
One of the taller figures, a woman with a delicate and beautiful face partially hidden beneath a gray velvet hat, stared intently at the ice ahead.
"What are we waiting for?" she asked.
Beside her stood a man wrapped in a heavy down jacket, his blue hair standing out in stark contrast to the snowy landscape. Strong and broad-shouldered, he held onto his hat, shielding it from the wind. Confused, he shouted over the howling storm, "What's going on?"
"We're waiting for him," the woman said, glancing at the man and his companion before pointing ahead with a smirk.
The blue-haired man exchanged a puzzled look with his companion, following her gesture. All they saw was the vast expanse of ice. Just as the man was about to say something—
The ground trembled violently, shaking the ice for kilometers around. Wind, snow, and gravel swirled as the ice cracked. Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion.