It’s rare to see the commander of the Elite Ops team isolate himself from the others. But after the tragedy a few hours ago, it’s only natural he would want some time alone.

Logos stands at the edge of a cliff, staring into the emptiness ahead.

Below, the landship remains—buried under the massive Originium shards. Smoke still rises from the explosion.

He looks at the ruins of what was once a place full of laughter and life, his face almost expressionless.

Once again, Logos realizes he has lost his home.

Familiar footsteps break the silence behind him. Normally, Logos would never let his guard down. But when he finally turns to face the Doctor, something in him wavers—just a little.

"Rhodes Island—" Logos mutters, his eyes still on the distant wreckage. "Doctor, Rhodes Island..."