The transition from the scorched chaos of the drone swarm to the eerie, climate-controlled silence of the bio-dome felt like walking into a cathedral of science fiction. The heavy air of the outside, tainted with ozone and the metallic tang of crushed machinery, was replaced here by the scent of damp soil, ozone-stripped oxygen, and something sweeter—the smell of blooming flowers that shouldn't exist in a world of scrap and shadow.Ruan took a shaky breath, his lungs expanding with air that felt unnaturally clean. Beside him, Elzandri stepped tentatively, her boots silent on the floor made of some seamless, synthetic polymer. The man lingered in the doorway for a moment, his gaze fixed on the broken, smoldering heaps of metal outside before he finally stepped in and allowed the liquid barrier to solidify behind them."We’re in," the man said, his voice dropping to a low rumble that echoed slightly against the curved walls. "But don't let the nice smell fool