The wind and snow howled, and the hull of the Floating City emitted a deep humming sound in the cold wind, as if a slumbering giant beast was breathing.
Cold snowflakes slapped against the porthole, quickly condensing into a thin layer of frost.
Perfikot stood in front of the porthole on the lower deck of the Floating City, overlooking the snow-covered earth below through a telescope.
Her gaze was stern and focused, as if she wanted to imprint every detail of the ice field into her mind.
Behind her, a navy officer wearing a colonel rank respectfully reported, "Lord, the Floating City has reached its designated position and is about to deploy the mining units."
Perfikot did not turn around, she simply nodded lightly, "Deploy them, let me see how efficient the mining units are."
Her voice was exceptionally clear in the cold air, carrying an undeniable authority.
The navy colonel immediately turned and issued the command through the communicator.
