Fifty nautical miles northeast of the Ice Fortress.
The temporary camp remained noisy, but the atmosphere had subtly shifted.
The energy lights flickered tenaciously in the wind and snow, casting an intermittent glow on faces mixed with anticipation, anxiety, and greed.
A few technicians dressed in Deep Blue Heavy Industries standard cold-weather gear.
Seemed to be maintaining those engineering vehicles, but their peripheral gaze was firmly fixed on the entrance of the glacier fissure.
Time passed second by second, each second felt like being tortured in a boiling oil pan.
"Old Li, something's wrong."
A young technician leaned close to the middle-aged man wearing thick goggles beside him, speaking in a hushed tone.
"According to the plan, the people inside and those lured fish should have exploded out by now! It's almost ten minutes, why is it as silent as a grave down there?"
