The rifle stayed steady against Sera's shoulder, scope pressed to her brow.
Beyond the barricaded window, the world stretched out as a white wasteland—flat in places, jagged in others, where half-buried buildings broke through the ice like the bones of something long dead.
Wind scoured thin lines across the surface, dragging pale dust into shapes that vanished as quickly as they formed.
The city was gone.
What remained lay beneath twenty feet of hard ice. And even then, nothing remained at the bottom of the ocean.
But not everything had been swallowed.
To the north, a tower leaned at an angle, half consumed, its lower stories hidden beneath the drift. It was in the complete opposite direction from where they normally did their recon, so it wasn't surprising that they hadn't seen it before.
However, they could no longer allow surprises like that to happen again.
