In the outskirts of the capital, the True Bloods watched as several gargantuan monsters loomed beyond the blurred horizon. The silhouettes of the monstrous abominations reflected the golden light of day as the stormy heavens rumbled.
The defenders of the capital, the United Defense Force, found themselves enveloped by dread. After all, the towering monsters marching towards them were capable of trampling the cityscape.
They would have been confident if most of the True Bloods existed. But unfortunately, only two of them remained. In simpler terms, they were outnumbered.
The Leviathan roared, its reverberating breath blasting through the streets of the gothic city. Most defenses of the capital were severely damaged by the cultists.
They wouldn't be able to defend against the marching gargantuan monsters. There was one thing they could do, the most humiliating thing the Clan has chosen.
Withdrawal from the capital.
