‘Distance: 859 meters,’ the number descended as John accelerated through the gigantic cyan glacier walls, splashing ice shards and water as the friction augmented. He had bypassed a numerous series of canyons and cliffs filled with tunnels, arches, and natural cornices, all made of stonified ice. He almost wondered if he had been lost.
But he followed the metallic bottom web to its heart; the fourth generator, already visible inside what looked like a small, hollow hexagonal structure, which served more as a shelter against the harsh conditions of the polar area rather than a real complex.
Every other canyon disembarked into that relatively tiny and tall rift, forming a super labyrinth worthy of an antarctic Minotaur. But the kind of things they had found in Vita Nova was even weirder t
