Ninety-five. The civilization of mankind is gradually fading away.

Anna suddenly looked out the window.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the fog and the stretched buildings, landing on the pitch-black, deathly still sea surface.

Just a moment ago, a disquieting pulse had spread from the deep sea onto the shore.

That breath even affected matter, stirring ripples in the tea inside the cup on the desk, causing the flame to flicker.

Anna couldn't quite articulate what it was, but she felt a shiver deep in her soul.

Anxiety began to deepen, something bad was drawing near—

Anna thought, shifting her gaze back to Lu Li.

There were only 15 seconds left until the appointed time, once Lu Li woke up, she would immediately take him and leave Belfast.

The ticking of time seemed to stretch, every second as slow as a minute.

The long-stilled heart of Anna, for the first time in a while, filled with a strong emotion—named fear.