Alright, meatbags, buckle up and shut up—Scuzball here.

  You thought Salt Lake City sucked? Thought running from those adorable little Hellhounds was a nightmare? Think again.

  Lyra—our beloved Queen of Complaints—absolutely loathes the cold. Too bad, because Dragon Fleet and the 254th Infantry Pack have drawn the shortest straw imaginable: a straight shot up the Alcan Highway.

  Yes, the frozen one. Yes, it’s even worse than it sounds.

  Their orders? Secure Fort Wainwright. Simple, straightforward. Easy, right?

  Hell no.

  Some satellite blip has brass twitching worse than a caffeine-addicted Chihuahua, and now Dragon Fleet gets the pleasure of investigating. Because, clearly, poking unknown secrets hidden beneath a frozen wasteland with a stick always ends well.

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  Magic from the Second Twilight Winter is oozing unchecked, mutating wildlife into abominations Lovecraft wouldn’t cuddle. And that buried secret? It’s not some lost treasure—it’s a ticking time bomb waiting to blow this whole frozen hellscape wide open.

  Lyra hates the cold—and surprise, it hates her right back. But the snow and ice aren’t her biggest problems this time around. Because what’s waiting beneath the Arctic frost shouldn’t even be alive. An impossible discovery that'll gut-punch the Free States, shake the 102nd Airborne to its core, and carve deep, delicious scars into the Zaraki Family legacy.

  Because when it Raines, it pours.

  And Lyra and Dragon Fleet? They’re right in the middle of the goddamn storm.

  The trucks are fueled. The ice is merciless. The nightmare awaits.

  Welcome back to Dragon Fleet.

  Hope you brought your thermals—it’s a Frozen Hellway out there.

  COMING 2025.