The massive, crudely reinforced alien door, cleared by Davi Silva's brutal duel, swung open with a low, grinding hiss, exhaling a wave of thick, humid air that carried a cloying, organic scent. The thirty Spartans, led by Davi (now recovered, though still bearing the grim satisfaction of his recent duel), and the accompanying UEDC soldiers stepped through the threshold, their power armor lights cutting through the gloom.
The cavern beyond was vast, its true dimensions lost in the oppressive darkness. Its walls and ceiling were coated in glistening, sticky spider silk, forming grotesque, shimmering tapestries. Suspended within this horrifying web were thousands upon thousands of eggs, each the size of a medium suitcase. They pulsed faintly with an inner, sickly light, some twitching with nascent life, others visibly vibrating. It was not just a Krill outpost; it was a breeding ground.
