Natalia Day knelt, the heat radiating from the cracked stones. The roses felt cold in her hand, a stark contrast to the pulsing glow of the crimson sphere. It hummed with an unsettling energy, drawing her closer. She’d been tasked with silencing it, severing its connection to… something. The chainsaw was heavy, but necessary. A single crack echoed through the ruins as she positioned the blade. This wasn't a celebration; this was containment. And if she failed, the rabbits would be the least of their worries.