Emperor Thor

The wind from the Gobi Desert carries the harshness of the ancient wasteland, like countless sharp knives hardened by ice, blowing hard on the alloy dome of the Qilian Mountain Nuclear Energy Innovation Base. The dome glowed with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight, and every inch of it roared as the wind tore it apart, as if a giant beast trapped in the folds of the Qilian Mountains was telling the story of eternal loneliness with its deep roar. In the main control room at three o'clock in the morning, the dim blue light from the monitoring screen was cut into countless diamond-shaped light spots. These beating light particles swam in Yuan Xingtho's eyes, reflecting his bloodshot eyeballs as if they were holding two pieces of burning charcoal.