Sunny stared at the silhouette of a departing battleship, deep in thought.
October was now behind them, and November was in full bloom. Well… not that many things ever bloomed in Antarctica. It was still summer here, the day never ended, and although the weather was chilly, it could not even be called cold.
The evacuation continued at a steady pace. Hundreds of millions of refugees had already been carried across the ocean, and millions more were leaving every week.
The situation on the continent… was dire, but also strangely manageable.
The Chain of Nightmare was escalating without end. There were more Nightmare Gates, more abominations, more threats and problems that had to be solved… but, at the same time, the forces of humanity were also growing stronger.