The fluorescent lights of the Rhodes Island corridors hummed with a low, electric anxiety. Outside the reinforced glass, the wasteland of Terra was a bruised purple, choked by an approaching Catastrophe.
"The Reunion?" Doctor adjusted the volume. the vocals kicked in— I’ll be the last of me. "They’re already here. But we aren't just surviving anymore, Amiya. We’re the echo that refuses to fade."
As the final notes faded into a haunting silence, the dust settled. The Rhodes Island landship groaned but held its ground. They were battered, infected, and hunted—but they were still there.