Chapter 66: The Heart of the Glacier
Finn's voice was a ghost in their ears, a fragile tether to the world above. "Take the next left fork. The one that slopes downward. The thermal readings are getting stronger."
The instruction was simple, but the reality was a waking nightmare. The left fork was a narrow, twisting tube of ice that forced them to proceed single file, crouched and shuffling. Ronan led the way, his broad shoulders scraping against the walls, with Elias slumped between him and Lyra. They moved him like a piece of precious, broken furniture, his feet dragging, his occasional groans of pain the only sign he hadn't slipped away entirely.
