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Chapter 17: Into the Frozen Abyss
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The digital clock on the obsidian bulkhead of the command transport read precisely midnight.

Down below, the glittering, golden grid of the Capital vanished beneath a thick blanket of clouds as the heavy twin-rotor engines of the Dragon Order’s flagship roared to life. Twelve matte-black stealth transports lifted off simultaneously from the private helipad of Vance Tower, slicing upward through the upper atmosphere in a rigid, arrow-head formation.

Inside the private command cabin, the ambient
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