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Amaya nodded slowly, concern etching her features. "But eventually, the truth will surface..."

Li Zhiming offered a dry chuckle, his tone tinged with resignation. "That\'s not my burden to bear. In one week, the Mount Olympus meeting will be broadcast live. We\'ll see what plans the old foxes there have concocted."

Amaya fell silent, her thoughts heavy.

This would be the first time all the guardians assembled to reveal their existence to the world on live television.

The global reaction was unpredictable.

Yet, considering the apocalyptic horrors the world had already endured, she wondered that perhaps the shock would be less than expected.

Her curiosity lingered on how the Guardians would address the lingering threats from Frostholm.

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Frostholm!

Back in the country, a week had passed since the nuclear incident, and its effects were more clearly visible.

The sky above was perpetually overcast, blanketed with a dense, ashen haze that suffocated the light, plunging the landscape into a perpetual dusk.

The once brilliant Arctic sunlight now struggled to filter through the murky veil, casting only weak, diffused beams that barely touched the ravaged earth below.

The land itself bore the scars of nuclear wrath.

Miles of tundra, once blanketed in pristine snow, now lay barren and discolored.

The snow, tainted with a grimy residue from the radioactive fallout, clung to the ground in dirty, yellowed patches.

In areas closest to the blasts, the earth was scorched and glassy, a desert of vitrified sand and melted ice that stretched eerily into the distance.

Vegetation was devastated.

Trees that had stood for centuries were now mere skeletons, their branches stripped bare, blackened by the intense heat.

Lower shrubs and plants had vanished entirely, leaving behind a charred carpet that crunched underfoot.

The few leaves that clung stubbornly to life were sickly and pale, drooping under the weight of toxic dust.

The impact on wildlife was heartbreakingly evident.

Birds, typically vibrant and full of song, lay silent and still on the ground, their feathers matted with ash.

Larger animals, those that had not been vaporized by the initial blasts, roamed disoriented and visibly sick, their fur patchy and eyes clouded.

The human presence, once a vibrant component of Greenland\'s small settlements, had all but vanished.

Towns and villages were ghostly silent, abandoned hastily as residents fled the nuclear threat.

Homes stood empty, doors swinging on hinges, windows shattered.

The possessions left behind by fleeing families were scattered and buried under layers of dust and ash.

The silence was overwhelming, an oppressive blanket that smothered any sound more substantial than the whisper of radioactive particles settling over the desolate terrain.

Occasionally, the silence was broken by the distant rumble of collapsing structures or the sharp crack of ice.

Warning signs about radiation hazards were sporadically placed, often skewered into the frozen ground or tied to the skeletal remains of trees.

These signs, flapping weakly in the icy breeze.

In the northern reaches of Greenland, the devastation reached its wrost.

A vast expanse of land, covering 31,415.93 square kilometers, had been completely obliterated.

Nothing remained in this area, which had been directly beneath the eerie pillar of light witnessed during the disaster.

The radiation levels here had skyrocketed, making it dangerous for any form of life to approach.

The entire zone was now covered in snow and dust storms that seemed to emerge from the void, effectively concealing the extent of the destruction from the outside world.

Yet, within this forsaken landscape, a bizarre and beautiful anomaly persisted.

The whole area was suffused with mystical, luminous lights that danced through the desolation like spirits.

These lights—vivid auroras of green, purple, and red—swirled around in an almost fantastical display, as if heaven itself had descended to Earth.

At the heart of this spectral light show, the phenomenon was most intense, emanating from a specific location.

There, suspended in midair where the land had once been, floated a portal.

It seemed to be a gateway, an ethereal tunnel to another realm, now marked by fractures in its structure from which the mystical light spilled into the world.

This was, in fact, Aether—leaking from the other side of the portal into this dimension.

Dubbed the \'God Particle\' for its mysterious and seemingly divine properties, Aether was now gradually enveloping the Earth once more, drawn through the cracks in the portal.

As this celestial substance spread, it transformed the blighted landscape into a zone of otherworldly beauty and mystery, contrast to the surrounding devastation.

Roaaaaarr!

Whooooosh!

The air itself seemed to tremble as a majestic creature soared above the desolate yet radiant landscape.

Plucked from the pages of Western mythology, this dragon boasted scales that shimmered like crystals under the mystical lights of the aurora.

Its eyes, a deep and majestic yellow, surveyed the land with ancient wisdom.

With four powerful legs and wings that spanned vast distances with each powerful beat, the dragon\'s tail alone stretched tens of meters, trailing behind like a regal banner.

Roaaaaarr!

Its mighty jaws gaped wide, unleashing a torrential blast of ice that cascaded toward the vast crater below.

Whooooosh!

The frigid assault began to freeze everything it touched, gradually restoring the ravaged land to its original level, as if mending the wounds inflicted by calamity.

This dragon, known as Aura, served as the mount of Aurora.

Compared to its last sighting, Aura seemed revitalized, invigorated by the dense Aether permeating the area.

After millions of years, it bathed in the celestial energies, drawing life and vigor from the mystical surroundings.

Having repaired the enormous crater, Aura descended gracefully onto the newly formed ice surface.

Thud!

Its four massive claws touched down, sending a network of fine cracks radiating across the icy expanse, yet the ice held firm under its immense weight.

The dragon\'s presence, powerful yet serene, marked a moment of profound change, hinting at new beginnings in a world reborn from destruction.