The Rage of the Pure Mind. In areas where predators rule, humans are just prey

The blogger and surveyor were now at the very edge of a colossal cliff. The road, like a giant snake of cracked plastic concrete, snaked between the mangled wreckage of structures, descending lower and lower into the ominous darkness below.

Far below them stretched a vast valley, overgrown with coniferous trees. A river snaked through the valley, its waters casting an ominous metallic sheen. Beyond the river, like a wall of another world, rose the dead forest – colossal cedar towers. And even farther away, in the almost inexplicable distance, could be seen the majestic and frightening outline of the Main Complex, a structure whose structures gleamed with ice that had accumulated over a dozen years. Its jagged silhouette against the leaden sky resembled the petrified skeleton of some prehistoric monster.

The terrain was visible for dozens of kilometers in all directions, but nowhere could Artyom, despite all his enhanced sensors and scanners, see the slightest sign of human activity – not a flicker of emergency beacons, not the silhouettes of defense towers, not even the faintest radio signal on the air. It seemed that this world had finally died, leaving behind only ghostly shadows in the endless digital void and a handful of stubborn people clinging to the remnants of their courage.

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