The transport cut through the gray Arctic sky, its engines humming with a steady, rhythmic pulse that seemed to vibrate through James's bones.
He sat in the dimly lit cabin, his eyes fixed on the endless expanse of ice below. The landscape was barren, featureless, a frozen wasteland that stretched to the horizon. It was the kind of place where secrets could hide for centuries, buried beneath layers of snow and silence.
Dr. Cross sat across from him, her hands clasped in her lap, her gaze distant. She had been quiet since they left the community, her mind clearly elsewhere. James studied her face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation.
"You're sure about this location?" James asked, his voice cutting through the silence.
Dr. Cross nodded slowly. "Marcus mentioned it in his journ
