Using her ability, Pamela was able to shape multiple stacks of paper into a kilometer-high ladder that was used by the group to climb to the top of the island. Once there, she put away the bundle for later use. Then the three of them observed their surroundings.The alcove wasn’t huge. There was a 50-meter-wide clearing with a few solid blocks of ice that radiated with the light of the afternoon scattered around the area. At the end of the clearing was a narrow path laden with high walls which led to a little slope that rose just beyond the horizon above eye level.This was the perfect place to set up an ambush as It was impossible to see what was behind the slope and one needed to pass through the narrow path to leave the alcove, the high glacial walls making the perfect place for people in camouflage to hide in waiting. With the steep drop to the bottom behind and a narrow path in front, by the time one discovered an ambush waiting for them, it would already be too late to retreat.

Arran, Beatrice, and Pamela were locked up in an icy prison, each of them occupying individual cells to themselves. When I say icy, I don’t mean it was simply cold. No, the prison the three of them were led into was built directly into a solid wall of glaciers, with each cell being dug from the ice itself. The environment was bone-chilling. A freezing aura escaped from the icy walls pervading the air and digging into one’s bones. Worst of all, the three of them were stripped bare of almost all their clothing, leaving just the bare essentials to ensure some decency while the rest of their bodies were exposed to the cold. The environment here was not ordinary, as it could cause a normal human to freeze simply after being exposed to the icy chill for a few minutes. Even mutants who have developed their extraordinary characteristics to a certain level would need to consume a large amount of energy just to barely keep themselves from freezing in their cells. They would barely have any mor

The frozen cave used to hold prisoners was located in the industrial zone, not far from the main administrative center of the entire settlement. It was one of the most well-guarded places in the settlement and nobody was worried about prisoners escaping and causing a commotion.It didn’t take long for Col. Vehe to arrive at the cave but when he got there, there was already somebody waiting for him.Standing at the entrance of the cave was a lean and almost lanky figure. Her legs were long - extremely so - like one of those kinds that seemed to be all legs and nothing else, and she sported thin body fingers that were as white as ice from being exposed through the fingerless gloves she wore on her hand. Along with a simple blazer and cargo pants that billowed from the bone-chilling wind coming from the mouth of the cave, the figure appeared sorely underdressed at the moment.The woman was shivering in the snow, occasionally letting out a snivel as she tried to stop her nose from running

Before he continued, Arran turned to look at Beatrice and Pamela and sent a thought to them using High Mind which was a psychic clairvoyance all Aeth was capable of using after opening the reality gate and achieving concept actualization.“You two, help me out a little here. This one’s a tough nut.”There was a brief flash of surprise in the two’s eyes but it quickly vanished.Beatrice asked, “What should we do?”“Just interact with her. I need her to keep talking. The more active she is, the greater my chance of figuring her out.”Beatrice and Pamela were confused about what Arran wanted to do. Before coming, they had discussed how they would learn any information they wanted from the base.As the base employed a closed network with a series of strong encryptions around it, it wasn't easy to dig through their highly protected files without being noticed. Surely the level of technology of the Aeth was more than enough to defeat an aborigine civilization that had yet to step out fully

As soon as Poltergeists spoke, Arran suddenly felt a mysterious power fall upon him like a shroud, emitting a subtle influence on him to open his mouth and answer her question truthfully. ‘Is this her power acting on me?’ Arran wondered internally, his mind probing the powers as if understanding its influence. But Arran shook his head later in disappointment. ‘It’s quite weak!’ Arran was disappointed at the strength of Poltergeist’s power. Its effects were quite frankly very weak, so weak that they could almost be ignored. Anybody with powerful enough willpower and mental fortitude would not be affected by this power at all. Still, while it was not strong enough to directly influence Arran, its presence could still be felt lingering onwards, gradually increasing in strength until it broke through all mental defense of its target. Understanding this, Arran smiled and finally responded to Poltergeist. “Of course, one has to be fair. That’s what a good person would do. Unfortunately