With his knuckles pressed against the rusted bulkhead of the space station, Kahn’s fingertips brushed the intricate pattern on the hilt of the Frostblue Soul-Eater. As the last surviving member of Alliance Special Operations Team 17, he had been battling through the wreckage of “Anvil-7” for 72 hours—every single one of his former teammates had been infested by experimental parasites, reduced to mindless, feral zombies that only knew how to tear and bite. The Frostblue Soul-Eater was a gift from his fallen captain; its hollowed-out blade channels built-in cryogenic pulses, each swing delivering the bone-chilling bite of an interstellar cold front capable of freezing the neural synapses of the parasites. Just as he cleaved open another charging infected creature, he caught sight of his captain’s dog tag wedged in the gap of the hatch—a set of coordinates etched on the back pointed straight toward the storage compartment. When he pried open the compartment’s lock with his clawed blade, however, he found only an encrypted file inside. The experimental logs within revealed that the Alliance had long been aware of the parasitic threat aboard “Anvil-7,” yet deliberately sent his team in as bait. Kahn clenched his clawed blade, the blue glow of the blade casting a chilling aura across the dimly lit chamber 🪐, when suddenly his comms device crackled with a clearance order from the Alliance—targeting his very location.