"Dying like this might be for the best."
Mr. Chang closed his eyes and waited quietly for the storm to come, for the cold to descend and turn him into an ice sculpture.
However, the expected death did not arrive.
Even the vibrations outside the window, at this moment, ceased entirely.
In front of his eyelids, there seemed to be a bright light and a pleasant warmth spreading...
"Who's there?"
As he opened his eyes, he saw the gigantic humanoid creature in the surging cold fog suddenly burst into flames inexplicably, let out a shrill and sharp scream, and fall to the ground.
The terrifying cold fog also dissipated at this moment.
"Oh, finally, a living person." A voice suddenly echoed in the outpost.
Mr. Chang was startled, turned around, and saw a young man who had, at some unknown time, walked into the hall, flames flickering about him.
"Are you... someone from back home?" he asked uncertainly, responding in Mandarin.
"Yeah, one of our own."
