One by one, the black, jagged shapes of creatures that could be mistaken for dragons dropped from the sacs, shaking the amniotic slime from their wings and shrieking in unison. The sound was so irritating that even those hiding in bunkers covered their ears.
Children started to cry.
The sky above Fortress Four turned into a literal graveyard of broken plans. More squad members scrambled into the air, their jet-boots humming as they tried to form a defensive perimeter outside the base's protective bubble.
High above, the pink watcher let out a series of rhythmic, piercing squeaks. It sounded like a dolphin with a grudge against a sailor that had run a ship through its young one and left it in pieces.
On command, the Arcladons snapped their massive, violet-veined wings and vanished into the thick, swirling Grey colored clouds.
"Where did they go?" Major Elio's voice crackled over the comms, sounding breathless. "I've lost visual! Radar is pinging everywhere.
