Chapter 90 The Quiet Before The White Siege

• Weeks rolled by, and the air around the base had shifted — not from the cold, but from the quiet, tireless rhythm of preparation.Every hallway echoed with footsteps. Every workshop hummed with tools. Every soul worked with the same silent understanding: the storm Lucy foresaw — the White Siege — was no longer a story whispered in secret. It was coming.
• The government had stopped questioning whether the prophecy was real. The data had confirmed it. Atmospheric readings from the reconnected satellites and reports from the western outposts all pointed to the same impossible truth — the world’s weather system was unraveling.
• The news had been kept from the public for now.But in the hidden core of the city’s surviving command structure, they were racing against time. Every soldier, researcher, and civilian under the government’s care had been pulled into an organized, desperate effort to prepare before the first breath of the blizzard struck.