The transition from the boiling steam of the Pacific to the razor-edged winds of the Arctic was a shock that even the mate-bond couldn't fully insulate.
The Sterling jet, now retrofitted with "Stealth-Thermal" plating, hovered silently over a vast, featureless expanse of white. Below them, somewhere under three miles of solid ice, lay the Crystal Siphon.
Astra stood in the center of the bay, her "Lunar Armor" glowing with a steady, protective warmth. Beside her, Dante was checking the seals on a specialized environmental suit. He looked different, harder. The weight of what they were about to find was pressing down on him.
"The sensor readings are off the charts," Jax’s voice came through the comms. "The entire ice-shelf is vibrating at a Lunar frequency. It’s like the facility itself i
