Even when space was afforded to these billions of newcomers, they were being dropped onto barren lands and empty, sterile worlds. The "Great Migration" had turned into a desperate struggle for survival.
Millions were landing on surfaces with no shelter, forced to build their own homes from scrap and raw earth before they could even begin to think about long-term planning or industry.
It was a chaotic, disastrous landscape. No one—not even Hye's most brilliant strategists—had fully anticipated the sheer friction of this transition. When they had first acquired the territory, they had only moved military assets to secure the perimeter. They hadn't planned for the human element, and now that element was reaching a boiling point.
Hye stood in his command centre, staring at the flashing red icons of civil unrest across his maps. He began to doubt his friends' ability to handle any more influx.
