Together, Stan and Camilla turned toward the mouth of the cave.
Beyond it stretched an endless white expanse of ice and snow. Beyond that lay a changing world. A world where ancient races would return, forgotten histories would awaken, and humanity would no longer stand alone.
The inheritance was his and the future awaited.
Outside, the polar wind hit them immediately - that sharp, dense cold that only the Antarctic interior produced, cutting through the ambient air with a knife-edge precision. Camilla's red hair whipped sideways in the breeze. Stan pulled his coat tighter and pressed forward across the ice.
Camilla glanced sideways at him; "Do you live somewhere in this endless frost region?"
"No."
