The ruins of Cubao steamed beneath a blood-red sky.
It had been less than an hour since the Colossal Worm collapsed in a thunderous heap, its final death throes shaking the bones of the city one last time. Now, ash and scorched debris blanketed the landscape, glowing faintly in the heat of residual fires and the flicker of Overwatch's aerial flares.
From the northern approach, three modified JLTVs rolled cautiously through the fractured remains of EDSA.
Inside the lead vehicle, Phillip adjusted the mic on his headset.
"Shadow One to Command. We're approaching the kill zone. Visual confirmation in two minutes. Advise all units: air's thick with particulate ash and acidic vapor. Gas masks are mandatory."
"Copy that, Shadow One," replied Marcus from the MOA Command Center. "Reaper One-One has eyes on your movement. Thermal tracking green. Proceed with caution."
