In 2179, at the end of July, perhaps this day came too early.
Yan Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sky where there was still a hint of blue, using his mind to carve the crystal wool in his hand, conveying his warning to his friends in the distance.
Everything has begun, although everything is still under the water.
So, Yu Shuo, how are you going to bear all this?
Intention: The struggle between man and nature.