The Salty Nut didn't just fly toward the white dot; it fell toward it. As they got closer, the "station" revealed its true shape. It wasn't a building made of metal and glass. It was a massive, jagged ring of frozen starlight, suspended in a part of the void where even the shadows felt cold. This was the Ice Portal, the final barrier between the known sectors and the deep, unwritten forge of the Ark.​"The temperature is dropping past the safety limits!" Mei shouted, her breath visible in the cabin as a thick, white mist. She was wearing her heaviest fur coat, her gloved fingers fumbling with the touchscreen. "The ship’s internal heaters are being drained by the portal. It’s not just cold, Xin—it’s a thermal vacuum. It’s sucking the heat out of our very atoms."​Xin stood at the center of the bridge, his Mental Shield glowing with a soft, steady silver light. He could feel the Ice Portal humming. It wasn't the rhythmic heartbeat of the Great Needle; it was a high, thin whistle, like a