Chapter 7

The march to the Harvest Chamber felt like a funeral procession, though Aris Mercer refused to let it show on her face. Her spine remained rigid, her breathing mathematically regulated. Two Tartarus guards flanked her, the muzzles of their plasma rifles practically brushing her lab coat,

Chapter 8

The superheated blade of the plasma torch bit into the generator’s armored casing like a hot knife through wax. For a fraction of a second, time seemed to stand completely still in the Harvest Chamber.

Aris watched the blue plasma sever the primary cooling lines. Liquid coolant sprayed

Chapter 9

The shockwave dissipated, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. The sterile, hyper-illuminated Eclipse Harvest chamber was unrecognizable. Medical equipment had been reduced to shrapnel, the heavy UV-containment generators were sparking, smoking ruins, and the reinforced walls were dente