POV EMMA BELLEThe first natural frost arrived at midnight, but it wasn't the sparkling, kinetic ice of my childhood. This was Heavy Frost—thick, grey, and suffocating. It didn't melt when it touched the skin; it drew the heat out of the blood. Across the Golden Plains, the grass turned brittle and white, and the Emerald Sea began to grow a skin of black, unmoving slush."The internal body temperatures of the vanguard are dropping," Nathaniel reported. He was hunched over a small wood-burning stove in the center of the command bridge, his hands wrapped around a tin mug of hot tea. The silver-logic monitors were dead, replaced by flickering oil lamps that cast long, dancing shadows against the marble walls. "Emma, we used to have an internal 'furnace' fueled by the Aether. Now, we just have... ourselves. If we don't find a way to reignite the 'Wild' without the Source, the North will be a graveyard before the sun rises."I stood by the window, wrapped in a cloak of heavy wolf-fur. My g
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