Kryfis took a deep breath.
The chamber's environment rapidly deteriorated. Acidic mist corroded everything around it, and even the alloy walls began to rust.
If things kept getting worse, this newly established temporary base would be corroded and destroyed by the increasingly hostile environment.
"Things might be even worse without the bastion base," Kryfis murmured.
He dared not imagine how difficult it would be for him and his warriors to fight in such extreme conditions over a prolonged period.
But Kryfis did not dwell on his worries. He was not an Imperium commander, nor did he have any way to solve the problem.
He would leave these problems to someone more capable. He believed the Savior could find a solution.
His experiences over the past few days had given him greater confidence in the Savior. Whatever the problem, that being seemed capable of solving it.
The bastion base.
The rest room.
Waves washed against the shore.
A golden beach and the sea lay nearby. Sunlight filtered through the shade of coconut palms, warming his skin, while the faintly salty sea breeze brought a refreshing coolness.
Everything here was enchanting, like the ocean Paradise World of Rys-a paradise amid the ecological hell of a hive.
Kryfis sat on a lounge chair, holding a coconut and staring dazedly at the green waves and golden pebble beach before him.
He felt restless. Anyone who did not know better might think they had returned to their home planet for a vacation.
"Don't you like this scenery?"
Ron turned and saw Kryfis frowning blankly, assuming he was unhappy with the view.
He casually changed the setting. The waves stopped, replaced by another holographic scene.
The coconut palms sank into the ground as more trees rose up. A light drizzle pattered pleasantly over the jungle, creating