Unknowingly, the sky darkened again.
Under the seemingly endless blizzard, there was a Shelter that seemed to never be buried by the snow.
Two thick white smoke columns rose from two black chimneys, making this iron Shelter even warmer.
The above-ground portion of the Shelter was only 40 square meters, almost entirely occupied by a large amount of firewood and two massive fireplaces.
A woman in plain clothes opened one of the fireplaces, placed a pile of firewood inside, checked the other fireplace to ensure there were no issues, and hurriedly went down through the basement entrance in the center of the room.
In the 320-square-meter basement, there were currently seven people busy with their respective tasks.
"Bess, the furnace is fine?" asked the bespectacled man whittling a branch when he saw the woman coming down.
