Chapter 175: The Frozen Void
The massive starmetal elevator screamed in protest.
We had been descending for two hours. The glowing magma oceans of Strata 6 were entirely gone, replaced by a suffocating, oppressive darkness.
The temperature outside the reinforced iron cage was plummeting at a terrifying rate. Thick layers of frost began to rapidly spread across the viewing glass.
I stood in the center of the elevator. My S-Grade Hive Chitin armor was fully pressurized. Kaelith, Lysandra, Nyssa, and Anise stood behind me, wrapped in thick thermal cloaks.
But the cloaks were not enough. The cold was unnatural.
Ramona stood closest to the glass. The ancient Half-Dragon was trembling. She was a creature born of magma and apocalyptic heat, yet her breath was forming thick white clouds in the air.
"The Zenith Academy did not build this place, Grik," Ramona whispered, her golden eyes wide with a creeping, ancient dread.
