The underground plains of Osyris stretched endlessly beneath the artificial sky.
Once, this place had been a containment zone.
Now it was silent.
Thousands of beasts—creatures of bone, chitin, scaled hide, energy-matter hybrids—stood scattered across the vast terrain. Some were wounded. Some were scarred. Some still bore the remnants of Eclipse control embedded deep in their forms.
None of them moved.
Not because they were restrained.
But because they were waiting.
Atherion stood at the edge of the observation platform, hands clasped behind his back. His four eyes scanned the scene below with a mix of tension and disbelief.
"…Every beast on Osyris," he said quietly. "From the outer caverns to the sealed biomes."
Seenu glanced down from beside him. "That's… a lot."
Kunal folded his arms. "You sure this is safe?"
Aamir stood at the front.
Hands relaxed.
Expression calm.
"They won't attack," he said.
