A week passed, and the situation around Camel Tower was nothing like the peace the government had promised.
Instead, the air echoed with gunfire and booming grenades as officers battled the mutated beast.
Unfortunately, the results were far from what the officials had hoped—the beast was incredibly hard to kill.
Residents nearby watched the chaos unfold from their windows, unfazed by the bitter cold.
The extreme temperature had settled at -45 degrees Celsius, and they were slowly adjusting to the harsh conditions.
Many began leaving their buildings, moving from one structure to another, searching for anything that might help them survive—as long as they had proper cold-weather suits.
On the other hand, inside the Paradise shoproom, Elena felt frustrated as she listened to the customers gossip about what the government had been doing these past few days.
Well, her enhanced hearing ability was truly impressive—she could hear people from far away, as long as she focused on them.
