Thick smoke lingered in the air.
Beneath it, research facilities and laboratories lay in ruins. Their once masterfully hidden designs were now mercilessly ravaged, only to be lit ablaze by a powerful inferno.
Corpses littered the ground, differing in their ages, genders, and the spiritual energy they emitted… Yet united by the same tattoo of a severed tail etched into their palms along with their expressions twisted into pure terror moments before their demise.
Vehicles traversed the hollow valley, transporting recently rescued felines.
Along their path, Hreh'tar aliens, ants, and even groups of cultists had tried to halt them, only to all fall in the end.
At the lead, a male figure soared forward, cold eyes scanning the surroundings, paying special attention to any traces of a potential ambush and observing the Monarch in the far distance.
