“A normal tumor is a mass of chaotic, unorganized cells,” Cassandra explained, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “But look at this. These aren’t chaotic cells. Do you see these dark, linear shadows radiating outward? Those are independent vascular pathways. Whatever this thing is, it hasn’t just grown inside her; it has actively engineered its own circulatory system. It is tapping directly into her abdominal aorta and her hepatic portal vein.”
Tomás squinted at the image. The mass didn’t look round like a typical tumor. It had segmented ridges, looking almost like a tightly coiled fist, or worse, a fetal position that wasn’t human. “You said it’s damaging her organs.”
