Ash rained from the ruined sky.
Beneath the dead canopy of Hive-Delta, Raine stood atop a twisted spire of bone and steel.
Her eyes glowed with the last remnants of Sovereign form.
Below her, they came—the forgotten ones.
Twisted. Mutated. Human once.
Now… hers.
The Broken Gather
They crawled from craters. From shadows. From cells buried deep.
A dozen at first. Then hundreds.
Some whispered her name.
Others wept in silence.
They had heard her scream in their minds when Erebus awakened.
Now they came—not to fight, but to serve.
The Pact
A tall woman stepped forward—her flesh cracked like glass, eyes glowing void.
"They made us monsters," she said. "But you… are divine."
"Let us build something that can never be caged again."
Raine hesitated.
But something inside her pulsed—a primal acceptance.
"Then rise," she said."And follow your Queen."
Meanwhile: Lucian Reacts
Inside a lunar command fortress, Lucian watched the growing swarm.
"She's consolidating," a general warned."If we wait, we'll lose the continent."
Lucian tapped his fingers.
"Let her build."
"When she believes she is safe—we'll test Project Abyss."
The New Order Begins
Raine led her people into the ruins.
Together, they activated a buried spire—a Vultari terraformer long thought dead.
Twisting it, repurposing it—she made it home.
[HIVE-SPIRE: ACTIVATED][GENETIC BROADCAST RANGE: EXPANDING]
The earth pulsed.
A new empire was being born—not of nations.
Of broken gods.