The polar night in the Arctic is a black curtain that never ends.
Lu Mingfei stood by the port window of the icebreaker, and the white air he exhaled blurred the boundless ink outside the window. He is the last person in the world who remembers Chu Zihang, like a tombkeeper holding a broken candle, wandering alone in front of the forgotten tombs in the world. Ahead is the frozen Jedi, behind is a completely collapsed past, and loneliness is a knife that is more piercing than the cold.
"Let's go to the end of the world."
A lone brigade makes its way toward the legendary "safe haven" in the Arctic Circle. Broken alliances, old friends with their own concerns - the red-haired witch, the cold princess, the useless senior... And the distant noble prince. The shadows of the past have not yet dissipated, and new fangs have quietly pierced the ice.
And under the lightless sea, a hunter far older than the Dragon King has awakened. Its bark is the spirit that commands the ice sheet to tear apart, and its existence itself is the door to hell. In front of it, human technology and the hybrid spirit were as small as a struggling match on the ice sheet.
"Brother, are you scared out of your wits?" The whisper in his mind came as promised, with the devil's unique and playful cruelty, "The real game... Has just begun."
Is a quarter of life the last bargaining chip leading to the throne of God or hell?
When the lost Lionheart finally breaks free from his shackles and returns, for whom will the bell of fate toll? The doomsday they are trying to escape may be the battlefield they must rush to.
This is a voyage to the end of the world, a lonely journey in search of a lost person in the eternal night.
