…

His consciousness was temporarily confused, he lost his sense of direction, and there seemed to be countless fogs passing by around him, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the sky without weight.

Then suddenly it fell hard again, and finally opened its eyes suddenly.

In the simple, small, dry and cold wooden house, when Hathaway disconnected from the mysterious space and left the state of cultivation, she opened her eyes and felt briefly absent-minded.

Raising his right hand, the complicated pattern on the silver medal hanging on his wrist has faded, no longer shining like breathing, and has become ordinary, just like it has been in the past ten years.

"Huh." He took a deep breath. At this moment, the Grand Priest, who had woken up from hibernation and had been wandering like a ghost for ten years, seemed to be pouring out all the complicated emotions in his heart.

The hibernation plan is over.

However, she was far from as relaxed as she expected. At this moment, she even felt a strong sense of emptiness.

It was as if some strength that had been supporting him for the past ten years suddenly disappeared.

Everything went as planned.

A destructive cold wave has appeared, the angels have revived, and the Round Table has reopened.

The four new successors now shouldered a heavy mission and began to issue decrees as quickly as possible, mobilize national resources, and launch the plan that had been prepared for a long time...

Alrod, who has successfully completed his supervisory duties over decades, is now old and can wait for people to arrive in the shelter in the southern continent with peace of mind.

The confused people will soon be forcibly driven away and urged to rush to the next journey.

Only myself...it seems like I have never done anything. I am the first to fall asleep and the last to wake up.

I slept for a while, and then passed through these hundred years in a daze.

I went through the entire plan completely, but it didn't produce any actual value. Looking back, I feel like the most redundant person in the entire round table.

The only thing left is the identity and seniority of an "ancient strong man", as well as a little bit of familiarity with observing angels, and a little "sense of superiority" from the eyes of Queen Francis and other descendants.

Yes, that's right, there's only that little...poor...sense of superiority.

But now, there is nothing.

There is no mission, no task, no goal, and no direction.

No one needs her, and there is no place for her in this world.

At this moment, the feeling of separation and strangeness from this era is unprecedentedly strong.

It was so intense that the legendary transcendent from a hundred years ago couldn't help but hug his arms tightly. He felt that this room had never been so cold.

…

After sitting there for a while, Hathaway finally got up and decided to go for a walk and find a warm place to sit.

She dug out a set of thick cotton coats, scarves, and hats from the suitcase under the bed, wrapped herself heavily, stuffed her wallet into her pocket, and then opened the door.

Walk along the only path towards the town at the bottom of the mountain.

At this time, it happened to be afternoon, when the sun was strongest, but the temperature did not rise.

On the contrary, the cold wind blowing from the north became more and more biting.

Even the white windmill on the mountain is spinning faster than usual.

This mountain is definitely not close to the center of the town, but to a high-level transcendent, this is nothing.

Soon, Hathaway, wearing a velvet hat, scarf, and wrapped in a thick down coat, appeared in this town called "Seaside."

The name "Seaside" often sounds associated with the heat, the beach, and the sea in summer, but for this town in Winter County, "Seaside" is just the original meaning.

There are not many residents in the town, so even in the afternoon when the sun is at its brightest, there are only a few people on the streets.

In fact, compared to the densely populated Southern Continent, due to decades of policy control and population loss, many places are quite sparsely populated.

This situation is especially obvious in Winter County.

Hathaway stuffed her hands in her pockets, carrying a small backpack, and walked slowly along the road with residual snow. Soon, she stopped in front of a coffee shop that she often visited.

In the two months since she came here, she often comes here to sit and sit. The environment is good, the boss has a good personality, and there are many regular customers. It has a warmth that is different from that of a family.

"Dinglanglang..."

When you push open the floor-to-ceiling glass shop door, the wind chimes hanging at the door make a pleasant sound, and the heating in the room is fully turned on, which warms your entire cold body in an instant.

In the direction of the window of the house is a long, dark brown table with chairs placed on both sides. Towards the inside, there are some individual tables and chairs, bookshelves, and sofas in the corners. The sunlight shines through.

The glass shines in and shines on it, making it look extra warm.

There are about a dozen customers in the coffee shop at the moment, scattered among the tables and chairs.

Some were reading, some were chatting, and the largest group gathered around the "public TV" next to the wall, drinking tea and watching TV programs.

"Hey, Miss Lena, would you like to sit down? Your favorite seat is still available." Seeing Hathaway push the door open, the smiling boss behind the bar greeted her.

Lina...this is her casually forged identity.

"Okay, give me a cup of hot coffee, you know what I like to drink."

Hathaway said with a habitual smile, then took the latest newspaper from the bookshelf next to her and walked to the long table.

"Hi, Lina, you haven't been here for several days." In the corner, a regular customer raised his cup and gestured towards her, saying.

"No, that's just because you weren't here when Lina came." Next to her, a woman who was flipping through a magazine shook her head in denial.

"That's such a shame..."

Listening to the conversation of a few "friends" who were not very familiar with her, Hathaway's coldness dissipated a lot. She took off her thick coat and put it aside. She asked with some nostalgia:

"What's the news?"

She knew very well that soon, such a peaceful scene would no longer exist.

"What else can we discuss about our factory's delay in starting work? Or is it the damn weather?" A chubby middle-aged man complained:

"It's the end of February, and the temperature has not risen, but has gotten colder. I heard that it has reached a record low this year. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out."

"Please keep your voice down, don't disturb people reading."

"We just want this kind of atmosphere. Do you think they have been watching TV? Because of the unlucky weather, this year's football games have been cancelled..."

Amid the middle-aged man's complaints, Hathaway looked up at the public television.

At this moment, a disaster drama is being played above, telling the story of climate change, global cooling, and human beings struggling to survive. There have been many stories with similar themes in recent years.

At this time, the TV signal was suddenly interrupted, leaving only a "buzzing" noise. Two seconds later, the picture stabilized again, but it switched to the Aspen National News Channel.

"What's going on? Who changed the channel secretly?"

"No one moved...it seems to be a forced broadcast."

This unexpected change immediately attracted all the guests. In the picture, the host sitting in front of the camera seemed to have just received the manuscript and seemed to be waiting for others to confirm it.

After receiving a positive answer, he faced the camera with an unbelievable expression and said quickly:

"Dear viewers, this is the national news channel, and we have just received an urgent news!

Just today, a few hours ago, a mysterious cyclone appeared in the polar regions, triggering a super blizzard. At this moment, it is spreading rapidly outwards!

The northern observatory completely lost contact with us an hour ago!

...Attention, this is not a joke!

Yes, at this very moment, on the stormy sea north of the border, there is a terrifying, suspected supernatural storm spreading!

...According to the news from the palace, it is most likely an extraordinary event similar to the ‘disaster of strange objects’ a hundred years ago!!”

"...Just now, Aspen, Fryer, Winton, and the Southern Continent, the four countries held a conference call and issued a super warning at the same time!

All citizens are requested to prepare for emergency evacuation immediately to avoid disaster!

Relevant evacuation operations will be handled by local city hall departments!

Repeat it again!

This is no joke! This is no joke!”

On the public television, the famous host's face turned pale, his tone was urgent, and he kept repeating the information on the script.

And through television signals, the news was spread to the entire kingdom.

Inside the coffee shop.

Listening to the anxious voice coming from the TV.

Except for Hathaway, the other guests fell into a brief daze. After a while, the middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice:

"This...can't be true, right?"

No one answered, and the temperature in the entire store seemed to be reaching freezing point at this moment.

After a while, a guest who was standing in front of the TV scratched his cheek and said in a panic: "It's fake... This is fake... How is it possible..."

"The news station can't make such a joke!" the woman who was flipping through the magazine yelled in a sharp voice, her whole body staring into the eyes.

After a while, as if he remembered something, he took out a delicate radio from his bag and turned it on.

"Shasha...suspected of a supernatural blizzard...all citizens who heard this broadcast are asked to return home immediately and be prepared to evacuate and avoid danger..."
To be continued...