As for the world outside, it was a different kind of hell.
The surface temperature constantly hovered above eighty degrees Celsius. The asphalt on the roads melted and flowed, while reinforced concrete buildings baked until they cracked. All plant life had withered and died. Even the rivers had evaporated, leaving behind nothing but parched, cracked beds. The air was thick with the smell of scorching dust, and every breath felt like swallowing a ball of fire. No living thing dared to linger in the open.
The extreme heat was even more unbearable than the extreme cold. Even hiding in the lowest level of the air-raid shelter, far from the direct heat of the surface, a suffocating humidity still trapped everyone like an airtight net.
