City Under Ice Antarctica の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 82: The White Silence The transition from the sweltering, pheromone-heavy air of Rio to the desolate wastes of Antarctica was a physical assault. As the stealth-jet’s ramp lowered, the wind screamed—a jagged, metallic howl that tore at Jade’s thermal gear. But it wasn't just the cold. It was the silence. In the "Great Reset," the poles had become the ultimate dead zone. No satellites, no radio, no warmth. Just a vast, white void.

- He swallowed dryly as he asked. - It will happen. The glaciers are thawing more and more and in a few years this city and all this beauty will no longer exist. I mean, it will, it will just be submerged in the ocean. Everyone who lives here is afraid, yet they live their lives, maybe that is why people are usually happy here. In fact, everybody in the city, or in the small villages near here, would be honored to be here. they would be honored to know that they died in their home.

"The 'Grief' is the 'Proof' that we’re 'Real'!" As Chapter 120 closes, the Antarctic ice begins to "Crack." Not from the weight of the station, but from a "Heat-Signature" rising from the "Earth's-Core." The "Benthic-Wild" has followed Avery to the pole. The "Liquid-Chaos" is trying to "Melt" the "Ice-Standard." "The 'Wild' is here, Kaito!" Avery shouted over the sound of the shattering ice. "And it’s 'Hungry' for your 'Steel'!"

“Your honorable demon, inside there are lots of zombies. The Golden Ant Dark Races are in there too,’ Winter said. Lucas heard it and glanced at the huge, abandoned city, and noticed there was a mountain within this huge city, and there were lots of caves with the Golden Ant Dark Races crowding over it and climbing all over it. The sight of it really gave one a numbing sensation over their sculps.

There's a thing that happens when you step onto freshly resurfaced ice for the first time of the season. It's not the cold, though the cold hits you like a wall the second you push through that rubber curtain, sharp enough to make your eyes water and your lungs do a little surprised hiccup. It's not the smell, either, that specific mix of freezer burn and old rubber and something metallic that probably has a technical name I've never bothered to learn. It's the sound, more like the absence of it.

" but there's a good chance it's him" " yh I guess, but" " but what" " look I don't want you to think about it too much okay it's probably someone else or another thing completely" " then why did you tell me" " because" " you wanted to change the topic" " no, no I..., we're going to compete in a city in Australia and that's where they last saw him" " how do you even know my uncle"

After Christmas, the cold in blue city increased bit by bit. Blue city is situated in the north, it snows in winter and the street is not difficult to freeze. Fiber glass windows are covered with layers of glaze and snow, saturating with faint neon lights, which looks especially beguiling. The colder the climate, the colder the heart will be. Jared took a gander at the data that was sent over, and a slim circular segment was drawn on the edge of his mouth.

Dacria, the northernmost City of the Aliens' empire was not an unknown place to Juliet. A few months ago, Julie had taken a look at the map of the Northern Empire and this place named Dacria had caught her interest. It was because it's the only place in the entire empire that seemed to have nothing there, but an abandoned land covered with ice.

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~