The ice cracked like bone.
Flames bloomed behind the snowcat as it roared away from the remains of Voss Station, a shockwave flattening everything in its wake.
Inside, Mara gripped the controls with bleeding fingers. The fetal incubator glowed beside her, swaddled and humming.
Dominic lay unconscious in the back, pulse faint.
Aria, strapped beside him, was still breathing—but her skin had gone wax-pale, her legs unmoving, her lips tinged blue.
Outside, fissures spidered across the glacier.
“Just a little further," Mara muttered. “Come on, come on…"
The radio was dead. The sat-link fried.
But a single blinking green dot—Viktor's old transponder—flickered across the screen.
Mara gunned the engine.
Minutes later, over the next ridge—
A **hovercraft.**
Viktor stood in the snow, fro
