In the year 2197, the permafrost of Greenland’s colonial outpost is shrouded in perpetual night❄️. Starborne Special Operations operative Kai crouches in the shadow of an ice fissure, the frost-kissed ceramic alloy blade in his palm radiating its characteristic icy chill. Three days ago, his infiltration team was ambushed while carrying out a mission to destroy an enemy energy relay station; all but him have since gone missing, leaving behind only a broken blade fragment—identical to the one in his hand🔍. This tactical dagger, hastily fabricated by the deep-space shipboard 3D-printing module, features a stealth coating tuned to the polar white-light spectrum, effectively evading enemy infrared and electromagnetic surveillance🔦. Kai runs his fingers over the knurled pattern on the hilt—a deliberate anti-slip design he added during printing—to ensure a secure grip even in temperatures as low as minus seventy degrees Celsius. Suddenly, his comm device crackles with faint static—not the preprogrammed encrypted signal, but rather what feels like the low-frequency tremor of a living organism: could it be that the ambushers weren’t human after all? He tightens his grip on the hilt; the ceramic edge glimmers with an almost translucent cold glow in the faint light of the icy mist. In the next instant, he will step into this unfathomable frozen abyss⚔️.