By the time the short meeting ended and they walked out of the cabin, the sky was already growing dim.
The setting sun slowly sank behind the snowy mountain peaks, leaving only a final streak of crimson afterglow across the horizon.
The clouds, once lit by the sunset, gradually lost their brilliance, their colors shifting from orange-red to a dark purple.
Feng Shan took out his phone to check the time.
It was only 3:49 p.m., but night was already falling.
The days were shrinking by more than ten minutes at a time, a change that would continue until the entire region was plunged into polar night.
'Looks like building the power station was absolutely necessary.'
David led Feng Shan and Nash to the north side of the camp, where a solitary small cabin stood on the other side of the Ice River.
