The night sky above the Arctic Ocean has now turned a reddish gray. Residual electromagnetic waves from the Prometheus Device create flashes of lightning that dance continuously on the horizon, as if the earth itself refuses to make peace.
Their research vessel, the Aurora-9, is now sailing toward waters deemed safe enough. However, the silence inside the ship feels like a mine waiting to explode at any moment.
Tania sits in the navigation room, her eyes blankly staring at the radar. Yasmin is busy repairing the emergency medical system, which keeps breaking down due to interference. Kane stands near the window, Victor plays with a lighter that won't light in his hand, something he only does when he is tense.
Meanwhile, Andreas stands on the upper deck, alone in the middle of a snowstor
