![]() Sirens blazed and people screamed a background cacophony to the gut-wrenching utter destruction one attack had done. ![]() The images - all of them - shut down in smoke and static before others clicked on, showing the scene from farther away: the edges of the cone of flame had dissipated nearly a block away from where the leader stood, creating an arc of fire, and everything in between was leveled and blackened. The camera zoomed in on the leader as he spoke, his skin mottled green and black, flaming red hair standing up behind him and writhing as though truly on fire brandishing a staff with an ugly, bulbous end, his voice boomed, “Child of the Moon Kingdom, your fate has come to claim you! Metallia is AWAKE, and We will reclaim the planet that was stolen from Us!” and with a hiss and sweep of the staff, fire exploded outward, knocking through the buildings it struck and setting everything it touched ablaze. Suddenly the screen lit up, showing a scene recorded from multiple angles: an army marching on Crystal Tokyo, led by a singular figure.
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