Mia and her team had come to deliver the katana to Ethan—and to check out the situation along the northern border. After all, whatever was going down here could easily shake up the entire balance of power in the U.S.
But the moment they stepped off the aircraft, they were greeted by a peaceful, almost idyllic little town. Quiet streets, snow-dusted rooftops, the kind of place that looked like it belonged in a postcard.
Which made no sense at all.
Wherever Ethan showed up, chaos usually followed. This kind of calm? It didn't fit.
Mia frowned, puzzled.
But then her eyes narrowed. She felt it—a monstrous presence, distant but closing in fast. Her gaze snapped toward the town's entrance.
The snow-covered ground was bulging, like something was tunneling just beneath the surface, heading straight for them.
"What the hell is that?" someone muttered.
Everyone turned to look, curiosity quickly turning to unease.
