Inside the command center, several operators immediately leaned toward their screens.
The tactical map updated rapidly.
What had once looked like a single advancing swarm was now becoming something worse.
Multiple converging waves.
Entire roads that had briefly cleared after the bomber strikes were filling again with movement. Drone feeds showed infected pouring out from side streets, villages, forests, and ruined urban blocks like floodwater escaping through cracks.
"Where the hell are they all coming from?" one analyst muttered.
No one answered him.
Because nobody knew anymore.
Adrian stared silently at the widening red sectors across the map.
The earlier bombardment had absolutely devastated them.
Entire sections of the swarm had been erased.
But the numbers behind them were still overwhelming.
"Updated ETA?" Adrian finally asked.
One of the operators recalculated quickly using the newest movement data.
His face changed immediately.
"…Two hours, sir."
