Feral on the Ice
The glacier groaned and collapsed inward, burying the obsidian pillars, the Aegis technology, and the legacy of the Council in a tomb of ice and stone.
Silence fell over the Arctic.
In the center of the wreckage, a small dome of golden light flickered and died. Elara lay in the snow, breathless and shivering, but warm. Her skin was no longer translucent; her veins no longer glowed cyan. The Berserker fire was gone, and the Ice Core had been neutralized.
She was just Elara.
Kael lay beside her, his breath coming in ragged plumes. Around them, the others were slowly pushing themselves up. Zane’s arm was still crystal, but the black rot had stopped spreading. Rhys was checking a broken tablet,
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