Chapter 12
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​"Foreman, trace that signal!" Han Jin roared, his boots clanking against the vibration-absorbing alloy of the command deck.

​The blue holographic orb pulsed rapidly, shedding sparks of digital static. "Administrator, the signal is bouncing off the ionosphere. It’s a high-tier 'Quantum Bridge.' Source identified: Northern Europe. Specifically, the Norwegian Fjords."

​A map of the globe flickered into existence, shrouded in the toxic purple fog of the Collapse. A single, crystalline white dot pulsed over Norway.

​[Target Identified: The 'Glacial Cathedral' — Tier 3 Sanctuary]

[Architect Class: Frost-Weaver (Divine Grade)]

[Distance: 3,800 Miles. Closing Velocity: Mach 2.]

​"Mach 2?" Aris gasped, her violet eyes scanning the data. "They aren't just sending a message. They’re moving a mountain. Just like us."

​Han Jin’s jaw tightened. "They aren't just moving. They're hunting. In the logic of the System, two Tier 3 Fortresses cannot exist in the same sector without 'Merging.' The winner takes the loser’s Mana Heart and doubles their territory."

​Zhao Wei slammed his fist into his palm, his blacksmith's apron stained with soot. "Then let them come. I’ve just finished the [Dragon-Slayer Railguns]. I’ll tear their 'Cathedral' into ice cubes."

​"No," Han said, looking at the countdown.

​[Time Remaining until Collision: 2 Hours, 14 Minutes.]

​"We don't have the ammo for a prolonged siege. If we trade shots, we both fall into the mist, and the monsters below eat the scraps." Han turned to the Foreman. "Engage the [Overdrive Thrusters]. We aren't going to wait for them. We’re going to meet them halfway."

​The flight across the Atlantic was a nightmare of violet lightning and mutated avian monsters. Thousands of "Pterodactyl-Ghouls" swarmed the underside of Babylon, their acidic spit hissing against the base's hull.

​"Turrets! Auto-fire!" Han commanded.

​The base’s automated defenses—repurposed from the Solstice Tower’s tech—roared to life. Streams of white tracers cut through the dark sky, shredding the monsters into purple mist.

​[Experience Gained: +5,000 AP]

[Level Up! Current Level: 14]

​As Babylon crossed the mid-Atlantic ridge, the temperature plummeted. The purple clouds below turned a jagged, frozen white.

​"They’re here," Aris whispered, pointing toward the horizon.

​Out of the mist rose a structure of terrifying beauty. It was a cathedral made of solid, enchanted ice, glowing with a cold, celestial light. It didn't look like a bunker; it looked like a palace. At its center, a spire reached toward the stars, crackling with frost-mana.

​Ding!

​[System Warning!]

[Communication Link Established.]

​A screen appeared in front of Han Jin. A woman stood there. She had hair as white as snow and eyes like frozen sapphires. She wore a robe of woven mana-fiber, and behind her sat a throne made of dragon bone.

​"So," the woman spoke, her voice echoing in Han’s mind with the weight of an iceberg. "The American sector produced a 'Builder' after all. I expected a warlord, but you... you smell like grease and scrap metal."

​"And you smell like a tragedy waiting to happen, 'Your Majesty,'" Han Jin countered. "I’m Han Jin. And you’re in my airspace."

​The woman laughed, a sound like glass breaking. "I am Freya. I have lived the loop four times, Han Jin. In every one, I ruled the North. You are a new variable. A bug. And bugs are meant to be frozen."

​[Initiating 'Fortress Duel' protocol!]

[Objective: Destroy the Enemy Mana-Heart or Force Surrender.]

[Reward: Total Resource Absorption.]

​Suddenly, the Glacial Cathedral erupted with light. Hundreds of ice-spears, each the size of a telephone pole, launched from the cathedral’s spires, screaming through the air toward Babylon.

​"Zhao! Shield-Phase 2!" Han roared.

​"Already on it!" Zhao pulled the lever on the Mana-Turbine.

​A shimmering dome of kinetic energy flared around Babylon. The ice-spears hit the shield and shattered into a billion diamonds, but the impact sent a massive tremor through the floating mountain.

​[Shield Integrity: 78% and dropping!]

​"She's Level 20!" Aris shouted, clutching the console. "She’s been hoarding mana-crystals since the 'Pre-Collapse' tremors!"

​Han Jin looked at the Glacial Cathedral. He saw the weakness. The ice was strong against kinetic force, but it was brittle.

​"Foreman," Han Jin whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dark, architectural madness. "Calculate the thermal resonance of their foundation. If we can't break the ice... we'll make it boil."

​[Calculating...]

[Requires: 2,000 AP and 100% Core Discharge.]

[Warning: Base will lose altitude for 60 seconds.]

​"Do it," Han said. "Zhao, Aris... hold on to something. We’re going for a drop."

​Babylon’s engines suddenly cut out. The floating mountain groaned and began to plummet toward the purple mist below.

​On the screen, Freya’s eyes widened. "Suicide? You’d rather fall than serve?"

​"Not falling," Han Jin grinned, his hand hovering over the 'Execute' button. "Diving."

​As Babylon fell, it gained massive kinetic momentum. Just as they passed the Glacial Cathedral’s mid-section, Han slammed his hand down.

​[Skill Activated: Thermal Inversion!]

​The energy siphoned from the Solar Emperor (Silas Thorne) and the Mana-Turbine was released in a single, focused beam of pure heat. It didn't hit the Cathedral’s shields—it hit the air around the Cathedral.

​The instant temperature shift from -40°F to 2,000°F created a massive thermal shockwave. The enchanted ice of the Cathedral didn't just melt; it shattered.

​CRACK-BOOM!

​The entire left wing of the Cathedral disintegrated. Freya’s throne room tilted at a 45-degree angle as the base lost its gravitational balance.

​[Enemy Base Integrity: 42%!]

​Han Jin activated the emergency thrusters, stopping Babylon’s fall just feet above the toxic mist. He looked up at the crippled ice palace.

​"My turn," Han said. "Foreman, deploy the [Harpoon Anchors]. We’re boarding that bird."

​Six massive, tungsten-tipped harpoons shot out from Babylon’s side, tethered by high-tensile mana-cables. They bit deep into the Cathedral’s frozen heart.

​Han Jin grabbed his mana-blade and leaped onto the cable, sliding toward the enemy base at a hundred miles per hour.

​"I’m coming for your Heart, Freya!"

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