Two Days After the Assault on the Colossal Worm
Cubao Ruins, Former Kill Zone
The air was hot, but dry. Most of the smoke had cleared. What was left of the worm's body—now slumped across the crater—had stopped leaking fluids. It had begun to dry out, baking under the Manila sun like a massive slab of overcooked meat.
The buildings around Cubao were dead. No power, no people, no movement. Just silent ruins and blackened concrete. But the peace didn't last.
