The journey through the Arctic storms was brutal. Ice clawed at their vessel, winds screamed like tortured spirits, and visibility dropped to zero for days at a time. But finally, emerging from a whiteout like a ghost from the past, they saw it: a massive steel door, disguised as a glacier, standing sentinel over humanity's forgotten legacy. đź—»
"The Frozen Archive," Zion whispered, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air.
The door was a marvel of old-world engineering—thirty meters tall, reinforced with alloys that hadn't rusted in a century. Zion approached it cautiously, his fingers finding a hidden panel beneath layers of ice. He connected his portable device, and after moments of tense silence, the door groaned to life.
Inside, the temperature dropped to minus forty degrees. Their suits hummed with the effort of keeping them alive.
"This place is a cathedral," Nyra breathed, staring at the rows of towering servers that stretched into darkness like frozen trees.
The Archive was pristine, untouched by AETHER's corruption. It contained the true history of the world before the fall—knowledge that had been hidden, protected, waiting for someone worthy to find it. 🔎