Over the vast plains of Siberia, a V-22 Osprey tiltrotor is moving rapidly.

A tired Shore was leaning back in his seat and napping, while the rest of the X. Team were drowsy and listless. It had been a full day flying from BPRD's headquarters in New York to Siberia, and the team members who had nothing to do on the plane had to resort to dozing off to relieve their pre-mission tension and pass the time for the boring and tedious journey.

While everyone was lazily enjoying the rare free time, the plane's announcement broadcast rang out at this time: "Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the predetermined location, repeat that we have arrived at the destination, please pack your belongings and prepare to leave the cabin, I wish you a happy mission." ”

As if they had been suddenly stimulated by something, the team members jumped up from their seats, each picked up their equipment, the tiredness on their faces was instantly swept away, and the cabin was replaced by a tense atmosphere that changed from the original scattered disorder.

A few minutes later, the X-Team had all left the cabin, and the icy wind had pulled them back from the comfort of the cabin they had just been in the cabin, and now they were trampling on the frozen plains of Siberia as far as the eye could see.

Nicholas stretched out as if he was coming home. As a Russian, he clearly feels familiar and familiar with the environment. But the situation of the other team members is very opposite to Nicholas: Burton and Raven shivered in the temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero even in heavy winter uniforms, while Chigusa Wakaba simply hid in Chris's arms, and only Ye Xiang and Shore barely supported themselves from showing an uncomfortable expression.

"Nicholas, you should be familiar with this area, right?" Shore struggled to squeeze the words out between his teeth, and he could now feel his teeth chatter up and down. "Yes, Captain. According to the exact intelligence of the Arctic Division, the person we are looking for should be not far from here. ”

Shore looked into the distance in the cold wind, he nodded to Nicholas with satisfaction, and then ordered the team members behind him who were almost speechless, "We are going to start the action now, everyone must always be vigilant, because we are not sure whether the forces of hell know about our actions this time, but we have no other choice, go forward." ”

They staggered to their destination in the bone-chilling wind, with Nicholas at the front of the group taking the lead position, unaffected by the cold temperatures, and even occasionally telling a few bad jokes to his companions in the back. But it was clear that the others were not as enthusiastic as he was, and they even felt like they were unable to move an inch in their legs as if they had been filled with lead.

After walking on the barren tundra plains, they finally saw the destination of the mission: a solitary thatched hut.

The group exchanged glances, and Shore gestured forward to the leader Nicholas, who walked to the door of the hut in understanding. He reached out his leather-gloved hand and knocked on the small dilapidated door of the hut, but there was no response from inside. Puzzled, he tried to push the door, but with a slight push, the door of the hut suddenly opened.

There was a bonfire lit in the house, and the faint light of the fire barely made it clear inside the house, and there was nothing else in the house that could be lit. An old man was sitting by the fire in a robe made of elk skin and wool, oblivious to the strangers who had intruded into his home.

Nicholas signaled to his companions that they could come in, and Shore led the team into the small room. This is indeed a small and dilapidated house, there is only enough room for four or five people in the whole house, and those team members who are at the bottom of the line can only reluctantly stand outside the house under the leadership of the deputy captain Ye Xiang.

Shore stood straight in front of the old man, the warm flame relieved the discomfort caused by the long journey in the icy environment, and he said to the old man in a sincere tone: "Prophet Mr. Clough, my name is Shore Robert, a special investigator sent by the BPRD, we know that you have not communicated with the outside world for a long time, but we still take the liberty of asking for your help. ”

The old man calmly listened to what Shore had said, lifted the hood on his head, and looked up at Shore with a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen everything.

The flames were burning slowly, and from time to time there were two dots of sparks splashing in the air. The old man rubbed his gray beard with his hand, and then said in a low, hoarse tone, "I'm glad that someone can remember me as an old immortal, and I know very well what you're here for." You want to know what hell is trying to do and whether you have been infiltrated by the enemy. ”

A flame of hope suddenly lit up in Shore's eyes, and he asked eagerly, "Do you know all this, and can you tell us what you know?" the old man just avoided Xiaoer's burning gaze, and his meaningful voice seemed to be like that of an ancient wise man, "Child, I can't tell you all this, sometimes human beings have to rely on their own strength to discover the truth of the matter. ”

Shore seemed to have been slapped on the head, and his voice trembled with emotion, "Why not? You know how important all this is to us and to humanity, do you want to watch humanity go extinct!?"

The old man made a quiet gesture toward the agitated Shore, and he went on slowly, "I said I couldn't tell you the truth about all this. However, I can remind you a little that sometimes the truth is on your own, young Shore Robert. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, "I'm running out of time, at least let me make one last prophecy before I die." ”

He slowly stood up, his bony body as if he would fall to the ground at the slightest blow of the cold wind, he took several deep breaths, and then spoke of the ancient prophecy in a chanting tone.

"Listen, this is the destiny that will come true. The prison of the imprisoned has been broken, and the forgotten gods will return. The twins of karma will be reborn, and the truth of blood will just be revealed. Both the hunter and the prey are pawns, and only the oldest evil laughs behind it. You can see the blood-stained wings, and you can know the being that God fears. Remember, you who are against fate, and all life in this world, when you gaze into the abyss, the buried darkness in the abyss is also staring at you. ”

Prophet Clough almost gasped for the last few words of the prophecy, and as if relieved, he sat back in his original position, "Go now, as the strongest warriors of mankind! ”

Shore looked at the Prophet, who was so weak that he could barely speak, and he bowed respectfully to this great man who had devoted his life to mankind, knowing that this might well be the last time people would see him, and the thought of such a revered prophet was about to pass away filled his heart with mixed feelings.

Shore walked out of the hut with steady steps, and almost as soon as he walked out the door, the flames were violently extinguished by a cold wind blowing from nowhere, and Clough looked at Shore's distant back and smiled: "Yes, let's go, boys, this is really the last." I have left the spark of hope behind, and this faint spark will surely become a prairie fire, and now I can finally meet my destined end. ”