The Ark hovered over the frozen expanse of Siberia, its engines barely a whisper against the howl of the wind outside. Inside, Ethan's crew was on high alert, tension thick in the air. The seductress had returned, dragging Ethan deeper into the wilderness, and every second they delayed put him at greater risk.
Nova's hands danced over the controls as she tracked the faint signals of both Ethan and the seductress. "I've got their location," she said, her voice calm despite the urgency of the situation. "She's heading toward the mountains. There's an old, abandoned research facility deep within the range. That's where she's taking him."
Prella stood behind her, arms crossed, her face set in a grim expression. "What's her endgame here? She's had plenty of opportunities to kill him."
Nova's eyes flickered with data. "She doesn't want to kill him. At least, not yet. She's after something more… primal."
