He has dressed himself well for this endeavor and yet he still finds himself shaking. As he follows their guide, winding his way through the various pipelines, he begins to wonder if there is a point to this. Perhaps no one was meant to live in such harsh conditions?
The pipes are in bad shape and he aids the helpmates - only to quickly discover that not all of them are doing their job. He uses his sword - a strange flexible blade - to put them out of commission when they turn on him or his teammates. Once he finds the weak points, it really isn't so hard.
"We can't risk these pipes flooding more." he raises his voice, "The water will turn to ice and the damage will be beyond our capabilities to fix."
[After]
He shivers for hours after returning to somewhere with heat. The blankets piled on top of him make him look a bit silly, but he doesn't care. He can't risk getting sick - and all for what? Pipes? Meng Yao laughs softly and brings a mug of hot cocoa to his lips.
Meng Yao | Orange | Winter
He has dressed himself well for this endeavor and yet he still finds himself shaking. As he follows their guide, winding his way through the various pipelines, he begins to wonder if there is a point to this. Perhaps no one was meant to live in such harsh conditions?
The pipes are in bad shape and he aids the helpmates - only to quickly discover that not all of them are doing their job. He uses his sword - a strange flexible blade - to put them out of commission when they turn on him or his teammates. Once he finds the weak points, it really isn't so hard.
"We can't risk these pipes flooding more." he raises his voice, "The water will turn to ice and the damage will be beyond our capabilities to fix."
[After]
He shivers for hours after returning to somewhere with heat. The blankets piled on top of him make him look a bit silly, but he doesn't care. He can't risk getting sick - and all for what? Pipes? Meng Yao laughs softly and brings a mug of hot cocoa to his lips.