February 11, 3740, seventeen days after the rise of the southern continent.

in the maze of ice and snow, Phil fado was walking in a hurry. On the narrow ice track, he looked worried.

he went through an ice hole, reached out his hand and broke the icicles lying in front of him. What appeared in front of him was layers of ice, extending to the ice barrier in the distance, as if there was no end.

"Damn it!" He punched hard on the ice wall, and his eyes for the first time showed a look of hate and anger.

"where the hell is the world media!" "It's the tenth...