Plague Demon Tide

The entire Lightbringer Transport Ship was packed with medical personnel from the Imperial Navy Medical Corps, while the aft hold was crammed with medical crates bearing red crosses and the Imperial Ministry of Health insignia. The cabin reeked of disinfectant. Everyone was visibly tense and exhausted, either dozing with their eyes half-closed or quietly discussing unsettling news.

After a bout of turbulence, the Lightbringer Transport Ship's crew announced that they were entering Chazington's orbit. The passengers could feel the planet's powerful gravity pulling them in. Like an emerald scattered among the gravel of the Milky Way Galaxy, the beautiful world spun against a star-studded cosmic backdrop.

Dr. Ariel Hanson had boarded the ship on short notice in her private capacity as a Zerg physiology consultant and physician. As the daughter of Agria's governor, she had not come for fame or money. Her sole purpose was to heal the sick and save lives.

Dr. Hanson was also a poised and beautiful mature woman. Her long dark-brown hair was elegantly swept back, and even in the same plain white uniform as everyone else, her distinctive bearing could not be concealed.

Lieutenant Layna Nikara, the Imperial military representative, sat across from Dr. Hanson in a bulky white medic suit. Like other female medics who had enlisted at her age, Lieutenant Nikara was young, energetic, and blessed with a gentle voice—a true angel of the battlefield.

Hanson did not know whether she would ever have the chance to see Lieutenant Nikara again after this trip to Chazington. She had heard that on Aiur, the average marine survived less than a minute on the battlefield, and medics did not fare much better. They were often priority targets for the enemy.

Seeing Dr. Hanson looking at her, Nikara nodded in greeting. Both Hanson's knowledge and character