Chapter 91 The Awakening Protocol

The jet sliced through a blanket of steel-grey clouds, northern lights shimmering faintly beyond the horizon. Inside, a tense quiet gripped the cabin. Damian sat at the far end of the cabin, hunched over a sleek digital console as data from Miles’ servers streamed across the screen in encrypted lines. Isabella sat beside him, eyes locked on a tablet displaying satellite images—faint outlines of buried structures just beneath the ice. Claire leaned back, her arms folded tightly across her chest. “We’re landing in sub-zero temperatures. No official landing strip. Visibility’s low, and the coordinates put us right in the middle of nowhere.”