Chapter 93 The Leviathan Node

The research vessel Aurora’s Wake glided through the frigid waters of the Greenland Sea, its steel hull slicing the gray waves like a scalpel. Fog clung to the surface like a shroud, veiling the horizon in a ghostly pallor. Above, dark clouds gathered in a churning sky, promising a storm—but those aboard the ship knew the greater tempest waited beneath. On the observation deck, Isabella stood still, her breath fogging the air. The cold bit into her skin, but she didn’t flinch. She stared into the endless ocean as if trying to see what lay hidden in its black depths. Something ancient called to her—something she had felt since Lucien’s parting words and the discovery of the encrypted message embedded in the Blackwood code. This place was no coincidence.