Evelyn circled the area, cutting down more trees. She was obsessed with stockpiling wood; she always felt the cold wouldn't end easily. If one day the gasoline and diesel ran out, people still wouldn't freeze to death as long as there was wood.
"The search can't be delayed. We have to return to our homeland eventually." Evelyn's expression was grim as she looked at the map in her hand, crossing off several countries they had originally planned to visit.
Even though they had plenty of diesel now, Evelyn still felt uneasy.
"Then let's adjust our course," Ronan Kendrick said, circling a few areas on the map.
"This place is the most suitable. It has no high mountains or oceans. I've done my research—Westeria is rich in natural resources, especially various ores. A lot of people might have already sought refuge there."
Evelyn was a bit surprised. "Are you sure about this place?"
