Chapter 72: The Fox in the Snow
The silence after the transmission was the most terrifying sound Finn had ever heard. One moment, a mysterious, melodic voice from a desert thousands of miles away was speaking of Keepers and thrones. The next, nothing but the endless, mocking howl of the Arctic wind.
The Keeper has awoken. The words echoed in his skull. They knew about Lyra. They knew a title for her that he didn't. He was a tech specialist, a glorified eavesdropper, and he had just been given a front-row seat to something that felt… theological.
His orders were clear, and they chilled him to the bone: Do not interfere. Watch. And wait for the tide to turn.
He was to be a spectator to his Luna's entombment.
