All Chapters of FROZEN SOVEREIGN: THE ICEBOUND OVERLORD : Chapter 71
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The Voice In The Snow
CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE—NOVA DOMICILE—Zane’s grip tightened on the armrest of his chair until the reinforced metal creaked.“You’re really going to lecture me about sacrifices?” he said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. “After you set me up like a pawn on Marcus’s board?”Trigger’s smirk didn’t reach her eyes. “Call it what you want, soldier. I gave you a fighting chance. Most people in your position would already be rotting in one of Marcus’s dungeons.”Jinx popped another bubble, louder this time, and made a dramatic slicing motion across her throat while staring straight at Alina. The message was clear: You’re the problem.Alina, to her credit, didn’t flinch. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. “If you’re done with the childish threats,” she said coolly, “maybe tell us what this ‘discarded project’ actually is. Or are you just here to gloat and stir drama?”Trigger’s gaze shifted to Alina with fresh venom. “Cute. Zane’s new spokesperson.” She looked back
Under Siege
CHAPTER SEVENTY —NOVA DOMICILE— The aroma of sizzling garlic and toasted spices drifted through the living quarters, a jarringly domestic scent in a fortress built to withstand the end of the world. Zane opened his eyes, his muscles instantly tightening as his instincts kicked in. The blinding headache from an hour ago had receded into a dull, rhythmic throb right behind his temples. He sat up slowly, swinging his legs off the edge of the reinforced bunk. The air in the room was cool, maintained by the automated climate control, but his skin still felt slick with a cold sweat. He walked out of the sleeping quarters and found Alina standing in the small, high-tech kitchenette built into the side wall of the living area. She was wearing an oversized sweater, her hair tied back casually as she stirred a pot on the electric range. Hearing his footsteps, she turned around, a warm, bright smile instantly lighting up her face. “You’re awake,” Alina said, her voice dripping with soft
The Snow Bridge Breach
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE —NOVA DOMICILE— The pitch-black void on the main screen suddenly cracked, replaced by a chaotic, flickering diagnostic map of the fortress’s physical boundaries. A single, massive red crosshair started pulsing over the northern perimeter wall. “Zane, the big monitor... it’s not showing the cameras anymore!” Alina panicked, her hands tightening against his knees as she looked up. “What did it do? What’s happening?” Zane forced a breath through his teeth. The agonizing pressure from the Vaughn System was still a white-hot spike behind his eyes, but he managed to lock it down. He couldn't let the identity erosion take him. Not now. He slammed his fist onto the secondary desktop below the main array, waking up a smaller, independent supplementary computer. “The primary console is jammed by a system overload,” Zane rasped, his voice tight but completely focused. “But the backup terminal runs on a separate localized circuit. Alina, let go of my hands. I need to type
Hold On to Me
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO—NOVA DOMICILE—The superheated air from the underground flame-fences hit the freezing atmosphere outside, creating a massive wall of blinding white steam that instantly swallowed the northern breach.On Zane’s auxiliary monitor, two remaining camera feeds showed nothing but a swirling gray void, interspersed with the sudden, erratic thermal bursts of retreating bodies.“Zane... I can't breathe,” Alina whispered.She was trembling so violently that her teeth clicked together, her fingers practically tearing the fabric of her oversized sweater.The rhythmic thumping of gunfire against the lower exterior walls echoed through the floorboards, dull but heavy enough to vibrate right up into their boots.“The ventilation is fine, Alina. It’s closed-circuit,” Zane said, his voice dropping into a level, slow cadence meant to anchor her. He didn't look up from his trackball, manually resetting the tracking vectors on the last operational turret. “It’s just psychological. Ta