Winter Ember Monument

The moment the anchor collapsed, the eternal night that had shrouded the polar regions for decades suddenly came to an end. The sky breaks through the dark clouds and once again covers the thousands of miles of ice. The outside world only knows that the seven-man team of Jinzhi went deep into the death place and brought an end to the long night. They didn't know that the underground ice tomb where 1,273 people were buried had never been opened. There were no survivors there, just layers of frozen skeletons and a silent death that lasted for three years. Seven people went to die, but she was the only one who survived. Lin Zhiyu was the only one who walked out of that cage under the ice. A long time later, when the polar wind and snow finally subsided, the dust-covered deep data came to light again. The belated truth, every word of which is bloody, makes people breathless. She once thought that she was the strongest support in the team, the one who tried her best to bring everyone home. Only then did she understand the cold conclusion—— She is the one, the curse that is engulfing everyone. The ice and snow melted, and a new forest of steles was erected in the polar wasteland. Jinzhi's seven-man team, six tombstones, and six dead souls resting here. Once upon a time, everyone was older than her, shielding her from the wind and snow, and protecting her like a child. Today, the sky is bright, blindingly bright, and desolate. She stood alone in the middle of the sea of ​​monuments, surrounded by the dawn that the world was praising, but there was an eternal night that would never end sealed in her eyes. The wind swept through the deserted forest of steles and gently brushed her ears. Lin Zhiyu lowered his eyes and stared at the cold stone tablet, his voice as soft as a sigh, and finally ended with the most heart-wrenching sentence in the book - "Now. I'm older than all of you."