The Remnants were an alliance of necessity. The Assembly is a war of endurance. With no safe haven left, Linuka makes a dangerous choice—one that turns family, faith, and legitimacy into weapons. The next move won’t be subtle. It will be decisive.

The diin seedling grasped the grooves in the metal floor and slowly pulled itself upright. Linuka frowned. “I didn’t know they could move.” The air inside the freighter felt suddenly different, as if something had begun to grow where it shouldn’t.

“Boss said these are females in stasis. Awaiting that diin to grow up, to make more Dark Ones. Mothers." Linuka nodded. "Dzõd. You’re right, they would have produced millions, if not billions."