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"Sssttt.... What are you saying? Yuki, this is not your fault. You better keep your energy. I'll treat you soon. I'll take you out of here, Yuki. I—" Yuki smiled softly and began to close her eyes before Fūma managed to finish his words. The hand that had been holding his face was falling down. Yeah, that was the last thing Yuki could say. Her strong desire and willpower kept her to survive, even with those wounds. Before she finally breathed her last. "Yuki? Yuki?! YUKIIIII!!!" Fuma kept screaming at Yuki's name. He knew it was useless. He knew that but still did so while holding onto Yuki's cold body.

Even when a searing fire rose in her chest, and terrifying cramps pierced her lower abdomen, she kept moving, praying she was heading in the right direction. Pure relief took over her when she broke through the clearing and saw the colourful tents and cars, but she was so exhausted, and out of breath she couldn't take another step. She fell to her knees and dropped the basket beside her just as Arno emerged from one of the tents, the coarse sand digging and scraping the soft flesh of her palms. "кума! What happened to you?" he cried as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the fire pit, calling for help as he sat her down in one of the camp chairs.

fire in those conditions. Ragnar squinted again, momentarily unsure of the others' circumstances. Were their last days as hard as his days, walking through the snow and cold, walking in the valley and always facing Pangbong? Howling in the cold wind as you walk along the narrow, slippery ridge that rises above the dreaded cliffs? Did they open their ears to the cry of the wolf they all feared so much? Did they gaze in awe at the mighty bald eagles that roamed the desolate landscape in search of prey? Were those eyes sharp enough to see mice slithering over their heads from thousands of feet away? Did they also survive by chewing edible moss and eating eggs stolen from live birds' nests? Rag

that is what the woman said and the men immediately followed her order. They grabbed a pail with ice cold water and without second thoughts they splashed Shin Alexandra with it which then immediately caused Shin Alexandra wake up from her slumber and because it is literally iced cold, her body started shivering. However, it only lasted for a short while because her body easily adapted to the cold. However, even if her body was able to easily adapt to the cold, still she cannot help but to let out a strong and crispy curse. “F-ck” that is what she uttered and at the same time she glared at the men who threw the cold water onto her and right now she is marking them - they are the ones that Shi

Kōjin’s forgefire echo lingers—hammer sigils burning molten on armor, heat radiating. Julian Bathory and his vampire legions—shadows boiling eager, fangs gleaming. Ground forces—SEALs, Marines, international coalitions—holding outer rings with grim determination, trenches dug in ice, heavy weapons hot. A lone survivor—civilian glaciologist Dr. Elena Voss, trapped in a half-collapsed research station bunker—records on cracked cell phone, hands shaking uncontrollably, breath fogging lens, flashlight beam trembling. **Dr. Voss (whisper, voice cracking, terrified awe):**

Just a vast, white void. "The signal is coming from the Svalbard Seed Vault," Aris’s voice was a ghost of static in Jade’s ear. "But Jade... this isn't the Passion fragment. This is the Survival Sequence. It’s the rawest part of Caspian’s code. It doesn't want to be found. It just wants to endure." The Fortress of Frost Jade stepped onto the ice, her Phoenix light flickering. Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland.

Less despair, more overwhelmed relief. As the adrenaline began to fade, the brutal reality of our situation crashed back in. We were standing in a Japanese blizzard in t-shirts. My body felt like it had been run through a meat grinder, every nerve ending fried. And Jaynayah was hurt. I looked down. She was cradling her right hand against her chest. Even in the dim moonlight, I could see the grotesque swelling, the unnatural angle of her knuckles where she’d smashed them against the stone mantelpiece to save me.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

"Standing in the middle of a massacre and asking for more. You're perfect." The kiss that followed was brutal. All teeth and hunger and the metallic taste of blood. I was crying, maybe, or maybe the tears were just from the cold. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except their hands on my body, their mouths on my skin, the overwhelming heat of them surrounding me in the frozen wasteland. I was drowning in them. Drowning and not caring at all. When the adrenaline finally faded and the world came back into focus, I found myself sitting in the snow with my back against the tree, wrapped in Malakai's shirt and someone's fur pelt.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.