Snow and Wind Await the Return

Since the first eerie blizzard descended, the distorted train has been hurtling with the world toward a cliff's edge.Bodies mutated, mental entropy increased—civilization's collapse was only a step away.The first time Qin Zhilü met An Yu, he nearly shot him dead.A genetic inferior from the slums, a lowborn of the lowest class, had survived an attack by a top‑tier distortion creature—and mysteriously killed it in return.Those golden eyes were clear and vacant, but their owner had perfectly concealed his own distortion.This man was destined to be a risk that humanity could not afford to take.But then, the slum where An Yu grew up suddenly fell to the distortion tide.The orphanage he had stayed in had actually fallen into anomaly the very year he left.And the fragmented prophecies at last converged upon this fragile figure.This man was also destined to be the world's final gambit—the last stomp on the brakes before the crash.More importantly, when An Yu knelt beneath his gun, Qin Zhilü felt something strangely familiar.In the end, he holstered his weapon and took this risk into his custody.He accompanied him as he walked into the abyss with a torch in hand, growing thorns and sharp edges, maturing into a solid line of human defense.Time and again, when the weight of despair pressed down, he stood behind him—just as, in those forgotten years long ago, he had once done for him."He is the last corner of this world.""I will always stand by my commander, until the moment we both burn out."