‘I'm collapsing the Ice Shield. They won't be taking our country. You'll have a midpoint pick up before the water surge reaches you. The ship will pick you up.’
It had come to this. The world where their country was born was finally collapsing, until the weight of political pressure and greed. Klothos ran final simulation arcs across the grid set up decades before in preparation of this. Not my land she muttered. She didn't care what they did with the rest of the planet, but they would never have her country.