The world held its breath, but in the sterile, panic-proof bunkers deep beneath capital cities, the breath was one of cold calculation. The data streams told a clear story: the supernatural alliance was fully engaged, their leaders mentally incapacitated or physically besieged by an entity of unimaginable power. The dragon's threat loomed, a sword of Damocles from the stars. It was the perfect storm, and for the men and women who had voted for "Survival," it was the perfect opportunity.
In the White House Situation Room, the President stared at the holographic map, his face grim. Similar scenes played out in Moscow and Beijing. The order, long-planned under the codename "Human Liberation Action," was given. It was not a declaration of war. It was an extermination.
