Chapter 6 – Crack the Ice, Cut the Beast

  The W.M.B. barreled toward us, a mass of claws and shadow, howling with blind fury.

  Greg stepped forward without hesitation, planting his feet like a mountain.

  “I got it—GO!”

  The monster slammed into him full force—bones creaked, air hissed between Greg’s teeth—but he held.

  Held.

  Behind it, I charged.

  “Yuri! Follow my lead!”

  She understood before I finished the sentence.

  As I sprinted in, I dropped my rifle and cupped my hands low, crouched near Greg’s right flank. Yuri barely made a sound as she stepped into my hands—light as breath—and I launched her skyward with everything I had.

  She soared—graceful, focused, blades drawn.

  Above the W.M.B., two arcs of red-aether light shimmered as her twin blades ignited.

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  Inside the shelter, Jake and Jasmine saw their moment.

  “Now!” Chris shouted.

  Jake stepped forward and thrust both palms outward. A wave of frost surged beneath the battlefield—freezing the creature’s feet in place just long enough.

  Jasmine inhaled sharply and focused. One illusion. Two. Four. Six.

  The air around the W.M.B. shimmered with copies of us—all moving, dodging, circling.

  It snapped and thrashed in confusion—striking shadows.

  I darted to its left. With one arm, I drew my sidearm and emptied a mag into its flank.

  Yuri fell from above like a comet.

  Her blades carved through the frozen weak point behind its neck in a crisscross slash—deep, clean, glowing red with aether.

  The W.M.B. screamed, twisting violently.

  Tendrils lashed out wildly, black mist boiling off its hide.

  “DOWN!” I shouted.

  Yuri landed and rolled. I dropped to one knee.

  But Greg didn’t move back.

  He moved in.

  The creature began to convulse—dark energy building like a pulse bomb.

  Its last move.

  Greg’s boots crushed frozen gravel as he stepped in, grabbed the W.M.B. from behind, and wrapped both arms around its upper torso.

  “Not today, monster.”

  He lifted.

  One wrenching twist—bones snapped, tendrils froze mid-air, and the beast collapsed into the snow with a sickening finality.

  Its magic guttered out like a dying fire.

  Silence returned.

  Our breath steamed in the cold air. No roars. No wind. No footsteps. Just the hum of static from Chris’s open portal.

  I looked at Yuri. Her blades dripped black ichor. She was breathing hard, eyes still locked on the corpse.

  Greg exhaled like a boulder rolling down a hill.

  “Let’s get back inside. I’m… beat.”

  We stumbled through the portal.

  The warmth of Shelter 17 hit like a wave of memory. Stale heat, recycled air—never had it felt so welcome.

  Chris was waiting on the other side, his face pale but intact. “Jesus… that was close.”

  Greg gave him a tired grin. “Wouldn’t have gotten out there without your portal. You’ve got more guts than you think.”

  Jasmine and Jake met us in the corridor—Jake’s breath still frosty, Jasmine blinking rapidly as her illusions flickered out.

  “We did it,” Jake said. “We really took it down.”

  I nodded, stripping off my gloves and wiping the sweat from my brow. “We did. But it took everything we had.”

  Yuri leaned against the wall, blades still in hand. “Together... we’re stronger than any of us alone.”

  I looked at all of them.

  Their faces were flushed, exhausted—but alive.

  Something had changed.

  We weren’t just survivors anymore.

  We were a team.