Chapter 70: Converging Paths
The wind howling across the glacier's surface was a living thing, a furious entity that scoured the ice and sought out any exposed skin with needle-sharp teeth. Finn, huddled in his carefully constructed snow blind, felt its bite through his advanced thermal gear. For nearly two days, he had been a ghost, his world reduced to the glowing screens of his portable command post and the endless, oppressive white.
He'd watched the Silverfang rescue team breach the caves. He'd monitored the brief, terrifying moment when all signals—Lyra's, Ronan's, Elias's, and then Kael's entire team—had simply vanished from his scopes. For twelve agonizing hours, there was nothing but static and a silence so profound it felt like the universe had swallowed them whole.
Then, they had reappeared. Just as suddenly as they had gone.
