An alert blared across the zeta tubes: alien signals traced from deep orbit. The Hive—an insectoid interstellar war cult—was making planetfall.
Nightwing assembled the team. "This isn't a simulation. They're here for something real. Something old."
Kael felt it before they touched down: the Hive wanted him.
"They called you the Omega Seed," Miss Martian said, reading intercepted signals. "They think you're the last genetic key to a warrior caste that died eons ago."
Kael gritted his teeth. "Then they can die again."