The roaches smacked into the stead-fast soldiers like a wave, knocking them off their feet and devouring them in seconds. The commander, knocked off his post, was completely defenseless to the never ending wave. The Threat's body continued to decompose, but it became continually obvious that it was but a vessel for these nightmare creatures. The corpses of the dead became more sustenance for the starving swarm. The flying bugs overhead circled like vultures while the roaches burrowed into the ground. Soon, a strange pink ooze began to form where the roaches lay. Grass wilted and died.
Meanwhile, in the forest, worms scurried up trees and dug into the bark. The leaves fell off, and tendrils crept up from the ground where the roots rested. Like an infection, the Threat corrupted and transformed the peaceful environment. Native animals of the planet were caught by the Threat's influence, and days later shockingly similar animals began to appear out of nesting ground. Shadows and cruel mockeries of their former selves, they spread the plague.
By the time the Threat's influence reached the first major residential district, the last evacuation ship blasted upwards, leaving the Threat to fester uncontested. From space, the refugees looked at the large purple circle, spoiling the perfect ice-blue color of the planet. The cosmic disturbance ended, the UNT fleet arrived. Their battle cruisers launched strikes against the Threat, but by then it was striking the planet itself. Oryu had changed.
Months passed.
On the surface, unnamed and indescribable organisms roamed, a new ecosystem forming. Large tendrils clawed at the sky, erupting from the ground itself. The ocean was tinted red, and the forms of monsters could be seen far below the shimmering water's surface. A true hellscape. No longer could any beings from our realm traverse Oryu.
Deemed a lost cause, the planet was quarantined. The Threat kept to itself now, total detonation of the planet was a waste of resources and would only be done if the Threat somehow showed space-faring potential. But presently, a lone overwatch ship floats high above the atmosphere, observing. The sailors prefer not to look upon the pulsating planet's surface with their own eyes. Scanners distanced them from the horrors below.
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