11 parts Ongoing After Seely's death, El wears the crown of leadership unwillingly, her ship a crumbling husk of ancient tech and silence. The others look to her for safety, but when a sealed deck stirs to life, she feels only the weight of a curse awakening.
The comms hub whispers of Earth, but not the world they left -a wasteland, haunted by plague and ruin. And then comes Silas, a voice too smooth, too eager, threading devotion with something darker.
Worse still is Nana, the girl dragged from cryogenic sleep, pale and wrong, radiant with an alien hunger the others cannot see.
El smells doom in the recycled air. The vessel is shifting, the eyes are watching, and she knows. Something has already claimed them.