What kind of trouble are you in?

Over the next few days, things stayed quiet around the Solaris Citadel. Ethan and his squad didn't run into any trouble. The zombies that had come from Earth were settling in on Originis, and the corpse nest was still undergoing renovations.

Fortify the base, stock up on supplies.

That was the plan.

Outside the corpse nest, Petal had planted rows of what looked like flower fields—but they were actually deadly traps, designed to lure and kill intruders.

Lil' Shroom was busy too, planting surveillance nodes all over the place. These sprouted into red, fleshy growths—part biological, part mechanical—serving as the nest's early warning system and defense turrets.

Everything was running smoothly. Efficient. Controlled.

At the heart of the corpse nest, in a wide-open clearing, sat a sleek aircraft. Its streamlined body gleamed with futuristic tech—clearly not from around here.