Pacific Star – The First Warning

  Captain Mark Reynolds stood on the bridge of the Pacific Star, a cruise liner returning to Ushuaia, Argentina, after an Antarctic expedition. The ship’s passengers, a mix of scientists wanting to research the mystery of the eight continent, adventurers who want to unravel the secret of the frozen nd , and wealthy tourists who have travelled everywhere in the world and want to visit the vast isnd of ice, were in high spirits—blissfully unaware of what was happening to the frozen continent behind them.

  Yet something felt wrong.

  Reynolds sipped his coffee as he listened to the radio officer report the test transmissions—or the ck thereof.

  "Sir, still nothing. No response from McMurdo, Amundsen-Scott, or any of the other stations."

  Reynolds frowned. "Nothing at all? Not even automated signals?"

  "Dead silence."

  A cold dread settled in his chest. He had been sailing these waters for years, and while storms and technical failures could disrupt communication, total silence from all Antarctic bases was unprecedented.

  Then, something even stranger happened.

  "Captain!" a lookout called. "We've got a small vessel approaching—naval markings. Looks like a U.S. supply ship."

  As the ship drew closer, distress signals bred from its speakers. The Pacific Star slowed, and a small team from the supply ship boarded, carrying an unconscious young man wrapped in bnkets. His face was pale, lips blue, but he was alive.

  "He was found drifting in the water," one of the navy crew expined. "Says he escaped from Antarctica—said something about an turning back"

  "Turning back?"

  "He says Antarctica is lost ,We have no idea what happened, but every research base is dark, there is a complete radio silence."

  Reynolds exchanged a look with his first officer. "We need to report this to the authorities—immediately."

  Global Realization

  By the time Pacific Star docked in Ushuaia, intelligence agencies worldwide had intercepted the reports. Within hours, the news spread through cssified military channels.

  The U.S. Navy, Royal Navy, Russian Northern Fleet, PLAN, Indian Navy, and several others ordered their fleets toward Antarctica, forming a blockade along the Southern Ocean.

  Admiral Harper, commander of the U.S. Southern Command, stood before a panel of military and political leaders.

  "We have lost complete contact with Antarctica. No distress calls, no automated signals, nothing. The st message we received was from a resupply ship that never made it to its destination."

  The room was silent.

  "Do we have satellite images?"

  "We did. But all optical and infrared imaging over the region has been... scrambled."

  "Scrambled?" a general asked. "Are we saying some kind of advanced electronic warfare is happening?"

  "We're saying," Harper replied grimly, "that whatever is down there, we have no eyes on it."

  The First Adventurers

  While governments prepared their response, others saw opportunity.

  From smugglers to mercenaries, from independent researchers to thrill-seekers, a variety of cndestine ships began slipping past the blockade, driven by rumors of an abandoned Antarctica. Some sought fortune—abandoned supplies, valuable research data, even rumors of hidden military experiments. Others sought adventure, hoping to cim the glory of solving the mystery before world governments could act.

  Among them were:

  The Bck Sun Mercenaries – A private military group, well-armed and well-trained, looking for cssified research facilities that might contain hidden technology.

  The Frostborn Expedition – A team of elite mountaineers and scientists determined to uncover what happened.

  The Crimson Tide Pirates – A band of smugglers hoping to loot whatever was left.

  Solomon Kane – A lone adventurer, ex-military, with a history of surviving impossible odds.

  As their ships slipped into the icy waters beyond the blockade, they had no idea what awaited them.

  Encounters in the Frozen Wastend

  The first group to nd was the Crimson Tide Pirates. They set foot on an abandoned research base, looting food, fuel, and equipment. Their leader, a man named Vargas, ughed.

  "I told you! Nothing but an abandoned ice cube. Easy pickings."

  Then, a scream.

  One of his men fell, a glowing spear impaled through his chest.

  Vargas turned, eyes widening as armored warriors, their shining colorful hair flowing in the wind, stepped out from the shadows.

  "Intruders," one of the elves said coldly. "Kill them."

  Vargas barely had time to draw his gun before an arrow struck him between the eyes.

  None of his crew survived.

  Further innd, the Frostborn Expedition made a different discovery. They found one of the old research facilities intact, its data servers still operational.

  "This is it!" Dr. Sullivan, the lead scientist, whispered. "We can find out what happened!"

  As he booted up the system, a security camera feed flickered to life.

  What they saw chilled their blood.

  Elven warriors standing over the bodies of human researchers. A woman in golden armor—looking like the leader of the those elves—giving orders. And then, the screen flickered, revealing a massive elven fortress, built atop what was once McMurdo Station.

  "This... this isn't possible, How can something so huge be built in such a short time and that too in somewhere like ANTARCTICA" one of the researchers whispered at the start but ended out of shouting at the end.

  Then, the door behind them burst open.

  Elven warriors poured in, swords drawn.

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  Solomon Kane was different.

  A seasoned survivor, he had come alone, sneaking past the blockade in a reinforced icebreaker. Unlike the others, he did not immediately seek fortune—he sought answers.

  He saw the remnants of battle. He saw tracks of creatures and warriors that did not belong to this world.

  And then, he saw something that made his blood run cold.

  An elven patrol, speaking a nguage he did not understand, moving through the snow.

  Kane had fought in wars. He had killed men, faced death countless times. But this?

  This was something else entirely.

  He took a deep breath, gripping his rifle.

  "I don't know what the hell you are," he muttered, "but atleast you're not from here and I will make sure to find some answers."

  The elves turned, sensing movement.

  The hunt had begun.

  The Stage is Set

  As the world's militaries prepared for war, as survivors struggled to comprehend the impossible, and as lone adventurers faced an enemy unlike any before, Antarctica—once the st great frontier—had become a battlefield.

  The elves had cimed their foothold.

  But humanity had noticed.

  And soon, a reckoning would come.

  Respro