Chapter 1905 Any Worth Left

• "A pressurized capsule? And the people sealed inside—who are they?" Alastair’s voice echoed against the metallic walls, disbelief sharpening every syllable.
• He stared at the rows of glass chambers in bafflement, the cold blue glow washing across his face like moonlight over water, revealing a flicker of alarm he could not hide.
• "Those pods simulate deep-space conditions," Finnegan replied, his tone steady yet grim.