Lethal Generator Radiation Field

A chaotic, invisible wave front pulses through the Recreation Generator Room, its lethal energy undetectable to human senses but palpable in the way it makes nearby metal surfaces hum and air taste acrid. The radiation scatters in erratic bursts, visibly warping light into jagged ripples as it flows through the chamber’s torn metal lattice. Romana’s skin prickles at its approach—both warning and threat—while Hardin’s data slate flickers erratically, its readouts jumping between overload and failure at each surge.