In a flooded refinery district on Nareth’s moon, an assault unit pushes toward Lock Seven to reopen a route for armored forces. The wounded are taken first as a spreading biomass seeps through surfaces and fluid pathways, absorbing bodies and continuing to move in fragments.

Every position turns unstable as heat, damage, and standing water draw more of it into the structures around them.

Routes collapse, visibility drops, and even cleared ground begins shifting underfoot as the battlefield changes shape.

What begins as a push to secure the lock turns into survival when the environment itself becomes the primary threat.

This is "It Ate the Dying" by Sascha Schmidt