Dawn broke over the mountain shelter with a blood-red glow that painted the snow-covered landscape in crimson hues. Klaus stood at the narrow window, watching as Team 27's healer performed another treatment on their wounded comrade. Throughout the night, the frost had continued its relentless spread despite their best efforts. It now covered the soldier's entire left side, crystalline patterns branching across his chest toward his heart.
"He won't survive another day," Leone said quietly, joining Klaus at the window. The commander's face was drawn with fatigue and concern. "Not without proper treatment."
"Northwatch should have healing facilities," Klaus replied, though he couldn't keep the doubt from his voice. If the city had truly fallen silent, those facilities might not be operational—or worse, might not be safe.
