Ereskigal knows how to make an entrance. When she flies up next to Mack’s plane, it’s not in a boring old jet or a plain old helicopter. No, she arrives in a sleek bulb of black glass: her pod. Steel ivy wraps itself around the pod, and in the back, a red engine glows brightly. There is something about that pod that feels poisonous, ominous, even radioactive. And then it opens. An oval of deep red lights spills out, and in its doorway stands its passenger—a passenger who’s even more imposing, more terrifying, and more alien than the pod itself.