The cold bit deeper the longer they stood there.
West exhaled slowly with blue mist escaping his lips as he surveyed the alien landscape stretching before him.
A third layer... hidden, undocumented and undiscovered for over a century.
And that realization hit him harder than the cold ever could.
If this place had remained untouched for a hundred years…
Then no awakened gang or faction had ever stepped foot here.
Which meant one thing... fresh territory... fresh loot..
West's lips curved faintly.
He had come down here for Calvin, Emily, the missing guide and teacher... and for the woman's son...
But he wasn't stupid.
Survival in a world like this required resources and power...
And if this place held century-old sealed treasures, he would not walk past them empty-handed.
He still had significant space in his inventory... plenty of capacity.
He adjusted the pendant resting against his chest and stepped forward.
