The air smelled of blood and decay. Leon stood atop a crumbling skyscraper, watching the streets below flood with horrors beyond human comprehension. The mutated creatures were changing, growing stronger, and now, there were whispers of something even worse lurking in the abyss.
A voice crackled through the comm device on his wrist. "Leon, do you copy? We have movement near the southern district. Looks like… hell, I don't even know what I'm looking at."
"Hold your position, Sam," Leon replied. "We're on our way."
Jade was beside him in an instant. "More trouble?"
"Always."
They descended swiftly, landing in the ruins below where Sam and the other survivors had set up barricades. The scene before them was a nightmare—a grotesque fusion of flesh and steel, creatures pulsing with an unnatural glow, their bodies shifting and morphing like liquid metal.
"What the hell is that?" Jade whispered.
Leon tightened his grip on Abyss Fang. "Something that shouldn't exist."
Then, they charged.