Chapter 95 Shadows Over Icefall

The Arctic sky was a bleak canvas of pale gray, stretching endlessly above the frozen landscape. Glaciers loomed like titans sleeping in silence, unaware of the storm brewing beneath them. In the distance, nestled within a rift in the ice, pulsed an ominous light—crimson and steady, like the heartbeat of something ancient and angry. Victor’s reconnaissance drone, cloaked in thermal camouflage, dipped lower over the crevasse. Its feed transmitted back to the Aurora’s Wake, now docked at a remote Norwegian science station.