A few moments earlier.
The same father who, in his desperate flight, had collided with someone—without even recognizing them or stopping to apologize—now ran with his daughter in his arms, his heart pounding.
"Don't—don't look, Emily. Don't look," he whispered, almost pleading, as the little girl buried her face against his neck and squeezed her eyes shut.
He felt her tiny body trembling, her muffled sobs soaking into his sweat-drenched shirt. Yet somewhere between the tears, she whispered a prayer, barely audible:
"Please…" For her favorite Hunter to come and save them.
And as if in answer… the ground trembled beneath them.
Even though the mere sight of the Chimera crushed her chest with terror, Emily forced her eyes open—just to see if her prayers had worked.
And she caught it: the silver gleam of "her" ponytail whipping violently as Joy's fist slammed into the Chimera's stomach, wounding the monster and hurling it backward.
The girl could no longer hold back. She cried out, this time with tears of a different kind streaming down her face: "Daddy, look!" she shouted, pointing at Joy. "She's really here!"
The father froze in his tracks. He wasn't the only one—other heads lifted, eyes caught by the miracle.
Even the children let out a genuine "Whooo!" as though the terror the Chimera inspired had been instantly countered by its opposite, upon seeing Joy land before them.
Steam poured from the bio-metallic vents that served as organic filters in her Bellerophon, shrouding the tall, white, slender silhouette born of her metamorphosis.
Hearts—of both children and adults— were captivated by the insignia of Captain, above: [UNIT 01] on the silver plate on her right shoulder. The First Division of the Hunters. The vanguard of them all.
On the left side gleamed another emblem—one that rekindled their hope: the pawprint of a hound encircling the Earth, framed by a solemn ring inscribed with:
[DEFENSE COUNCIL – BIO SOLDIER UNIT]
And, at the base, harsher still:
[HUNTERS.]
The Bellerophon radiated a fierce, sculpted beauty—its feminine form sharpened rather than diminished by the modern military design of its armor. It encased the gray bio-dermis like an ivory-hued exoskeleton of living stone, laced with silver plates that swept across its arms, chest, and shoulders like racing stripes
The helmet—or what could be called one—was fused directly to the bio-dermis, layered with thin interlocking plates that meshed in an almost predatory fashion. At the rear, a narrow gap allowed her long silver ponytail to spill free.
It was an imposing presence, one that stirred awe… and at the same time, something primal in rejection. The parents sensed it first: a feeling the cameras could never capture, yet strong enough to make them draw their children away from her.
They masked their unease by blaming the violet blood smeared across the armor, as if that alone made her appear so savage. But deep down they knew—what they beheld was not merely armor, but something alive… enslaved.
And that "rejection" was intensified when the Bellerophon breathed: The armored plates at her helmet's front split apart, opening two narrow slits that revealed blue, slit-pupiled eyes—calm, serene.
The eyes of a dragon, stirring awake.
For a heartbeat, silence fell among the screams, as though the entire zoo had drawn in its breath.
Only those tainted by the Chimera's violet blood broke it: some clawed desperately at their skin, others tore off their clothes as though aflame.
The animals in their pits had no such choice.
A young deer, drenched head to hoof in the purple blood, trembled until it collapsed. Its legs shot stiff, hooves splitting apart; its scream ripped through the air—the moment it ceased to be an animal and became something else.
The same convulsion spread across other habitats: bodies seizing, tearing, reshaping into new forms.
Within seconds, unrecognizable creatures hurled themselves at what had once been their kin—their herds, their packs, their families—rending flesh with their jaws.
All born from a violet blood, thick with the spores that had changed the Earth twenty-five years ago.
A deep bellow rose from the rubble, where the Chimera lay half-buried.
As it stirred, the torn flesh along its flank quivered, the appendages woven into its skin stretching and knotting together until the wound stitched itself closed with threads of living meat.
A torrent of scales erupted from the gill-slits at its neck, sliding over one another. The sharpest of them coursed down toward its tail, fusing into a bristling sphere that pulsed in time with the monster's heartbeat.
Launching itself from the fractured wall, the Chimera lunged with its jaws gaping wide toward Joy.
Concrete exploded behind her; entire blocks shot into the parking lot, crushing cars in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass.
When it landed with a crash beside the wolves' habitat, the Chimera didn't continue its charge. Instead, it drove its claws into the ground, raking furrows as it spun with undiminished momentum.
Its tail whistled as it cleaved the air, a monstrous whip lashing down in fury at Joy.
She met it without a blink. Just a single step back, a subtle arch of her spine—and the edge swept past, mere inches from her chest.
The strike smashed into the ground to her left, splitting the world open like timber beneath an axe. The shockwave thundered through the enclosure. The ceiling trembled… and then gave way.
Screams and howls merged in one final desperate outcry before slabs of concrete and steel beams crashed down, burying visitors and animals alike.
The ground, unable to compress any further, forced the tail onward, tearing through everything in its path: evacuation corridors, the walls dividing the habitats, even a restroom that was pulverized in an instant.
It left behind a crimson cloud, like a water balloon bursting in slow motion, painting the creature's scales with blood as it literally liquefied the bodies of those who had naively sought shelter inside.
Not from the tail's direct impact, but from the compressed air that surged around it.
Projectiles—shards of steel, teeth, bones, and rubble—shot outward.
They ripped screams of horror from the crowd as they struck like shrapnel, shredding those who had narrowly escaped the sweep of its tail.
Within seconds, the mammal section was sealed off by collapsing debris and fires born from the devastation—trapping entire families who struggled in vain to escape the nightmare.
Their cries, a broken chorus, were drowned out by another deafening roar from the Chimera, as two grotesque pillars of appendages burst forth from its back. They twisted over themselves like writhing serpents until they became two dark, glistening tentacles of wet flesh.
With a sharp crack, they tore through the sound barrier, hurling volleys of scales ripped from their armor—at a speed and rhythm to rival gunfire—straight toward Joy and the people behind her.
Meanwhile, its tail rose once more, coiling with lethal intent, like a wrecking ball poised to come crashing down upon her.
Amid the rain of living steel tearing through the air, and the impending crushing blow…Joy's armor—and her mutations—answered… in perfect synergy.
The extraocular muscles of the Bellerophon—those that steered its gaze—tightened beneath the bio-dermis, veins pulsing at the edges of her slit-pupiled eyes as they… lit up, like liquid neon.
The world around Joy fell silent; The Chimera's roar, the desperate screams, the razor hum of scales slicing the air—all froze, caught in a single suspended instant.
It allowed her to see, with dreadful clarity, the twisted faces of the wounded; the grief etched in tears that hung in midair, shimmering, before falling onto the bodies of family or friends already gone.
And behind her, veiled in dust, lay the reason she could not move: her son, clinging tightly to Alex. Both trembled, realizing with horror that this Chimera was not just another beast from the horde—as they had once believed, back when they could make jokes.
This one commanded—guiding, organizing the lesser creatures...
The quarry of every hunt, and a threat far too dangerous for a lone Hunter without anti-Chimera weapons.
The Alpha.
Beginning to feel the pressure throb against her skull, spreading like electric fire into her mutated optic nerves, Joy forced herself to focus on her breathing, using it to contain the pain while she agonizingly sharpened her gaze on every threat drawing near.
By the time she finished, the rest of her Bellerophon's muscles had already tensed beneath its bio-dermis.
To her, each movement felt like a struggle, as if her own body were sinking into an ocean of thick tar, trying to hold her captive in that soundless world.
But in reality… her figure left behind a blurred trail, a visual echo of sheer speed—moving only within that "silence" granted by her Bellerophon.
For those present… it all happened far too fast.
When the first scales were unleashed, they caught a glimpse of Joy's slit pupils igniting with a blue blaze. Leaving a glowing trail, dancing in the air, unable to keep up with the impossible speeds at which they moved. While her pupils dilated and contracted in rapid succession, locking onto every threat across multiple depths of perception.
Then, the musculature of the Bellerophon trembled before hurling itself forward, and at an impossible angle, the ground where it vanished shattered apart. In the blink of an eye, she devoured the distance separating her from the incoming projectiles.
Her silhouette fractured into multiple blurred trails, as though leaving behind overlapping shadows—all of them crashing down with a lightning-fast combination of strikes, diverting the hundreds of scales that would have struck Renn, Alex, and the other civilians.
Meanwhile, those meant for her alone were dodged with inhuman grace—leaping and twisting through the air, her movements more feline than human. Yet measured, with not a single wasted motion.
It didn't take Joy long to sharpen her aim, striking perpendicular to the edges of the scales, sending them back to where they'd come from—making the Chimera roar as they buried themselves in its flesh.
With every leap—even using her armored feet to redirect projectiles midair—she advanced on the beast in a dance of kicks and punches. With a little more practice, she began channeling those counterstrikes toward the tentacles that fired them, slowly disarming the creature.
The Chimera, processing at only a fraction of Joy's speed, searched desperately for a way to buy time—until at last its massive tail descended upon her. Its reptilian skull tilted, nostrils flaring as it caught the scent of something else.
The same delectable genetic diversity as its monstrous opponent… but in her child, just behind her.
Before its final tentacle was severed, it coiled and snapped, launching one last scale directly at Renn.
Despite the terror of imagining herself fail, and the resulting panic clawing at her mind—Joy reacted instantly. She shifted direction with a kick that shattered the ground into a new crater, and before the scale's edge could touch a single hair on her son's head, she closed the distance in a graceful leap.
After a desperate spiral, she closed in just enough to catch the scale between the tips of her two fingers—and with a furious twist of her wrist…
She sent it back in a clean arc against the chimera's tail, which was descending like a hammer ready to crush them.
The edge cut through the narrow section just before the massive club at its end, triggering a domino effect as the breach deepened—too much for it to bear, widening on its own until it could no longer hold.
The enormous biological mace came crashing down, collapsing before it could strike, and slammed into the ground in front of Renn, Alex, and Joy—shielding them.
The shockwave whipped her silver ponytail forward, lashing across their faces.
The creature wailed, torrents of violet blood gushing violently from its mutilated tail. The mace, half-severed, still dangled by layers of cartilage and tendon.
Joy hid the tremor in her voice behind the metallic filter of the Bellerophon.
"Kids… you know what to do."
Only the Chimera's sobs answered her.
"Kids!" she roared this time, eyes never leaving the monster.
Both children jolted, snapping back to themselves.
Their voices came broken, trembling—but steady enough as they recited what had been drilled into them in countless family trainings:
"Move th-the wounded civilians to safe zones," said Renn. And Alex finished, "And wait until you establish the combat perimeter… before starting the evacuation."
A fleeting smile curved beneath her living mask.
"Good. Stay behind me…"
Though the last thing she wanted was to put them in danger, Joy had no time to coordinate with other adults.
Especially now—when the Chimera bellowed one final time before abandoning the notion of healing such grievous wounds, discarding its most destructive weapon. In its place, more appendages sprouted, swelling and twisting until three new tentacles formed at the end of its tail, drawing taut like crossbows before firing.
'Besides… all they need is to strike the spark.' Joy thought, as she stepped forward like a wall—striking the projectiles aside while, behind her…
Renn and Alex, despite their young age, revealed the environment that had shaped them—throwing themselves toward the nearest wounded civilian. Dragging them clumsily, slipping in pools of blood, only to scramble back up as quickly as they could, pushing forward with all their strength.
In a more sheltered corner, where the survivors had gathered, the sight of two children struggling to move adult bodies ignited something instinctive within them.
At first there were only looks—disbelief, then shame. Until a young man, a skateboard strapped to his backpack, muttered bitterly, "Shit…" before running to help them.
His momentum caught another, who shouted back at the crowd: "Come on, let's help them!" as he sprinted to join.
A third voice rose, furious, against those still frozen—pointing at the blood-stained children: "Are you really going to let them do this alone?!"
That broke the dam. Fear gave way, and the spark spread like a wave: civilians lifting the wounded, carrying them toward the improvised safe zone, while Joy shielded them.
What had been chaos turned into a coordinated effort, born of empathy and sudden awareness.
When they were done, they organized themselves into a human chain, clearing debris that blocked the sector's exits so they could escape toward the shelter.
Meanwhile, Joy and her Bellerophon breathed heavily, the armor thudding like a foreign heart, forcing her to remain upright as the Chimera multiplied its tentacles and quickened the rhythm of its barrages.
'If I charge her, she'll go for Renn, Joy thought, knocking aside the projectiles with her fists.'
The beast had already "scented" her child. One wrong move, and its tentacles would strike at him.
'And without my fangs, I can't finish her quickly…'
She shook her head, forcing her focus back, and told herself:
'Hold on! Athena will have warned Chris by now. Just a few more minutes. Just—'
She never finished the thought. The Chimera shifted its pattern: two volleys toward the group of civilians, the rest at Joy.
Unable to finish before the Chimera changed its pattern: two bursts aimed at the group of civilians, the rest at Joy.
Knowing she wouldn't have time, instead of deflecting the incoming scales, she caught them with her slit pupils, never losing sight of them.
She seized them with superhuman skill midair and threw them as she spun toward the ones heading for her son and the rest of the civilians, leaving a trail of her arms whipping like living whips.
Emily's father—who hadn't moved to help, prioritizing the protection of his daughter—shielded her with his body, believing that this time, they would not be saved.
But after being protected once again by Joy… instead of appreciating her effort, he only saw her leg trembling, her breath ragged, each strike of the hundreds she had deflected slowly draining her.
And that only fueled his fears.
'If we stay still… eventually… we'll die!'
The thought spread like a poison, shattering his reason.
Until, clutching his daughter tightly, he ran toward the gap in the wall, following the Alpha.
"No!" Joy shouted, her voice coming too late… as she ran, leapt, and slid across the ground and over debris, dodging the Chimera's relentless scale-fire.
Only to be shocked a moment later, seeing her own son react before anyone else, launching himself and grabbing the man's legs, knocking him down.
"DON'T RUN!" Renn shouted from the ground, as the man struggled, stepping on his face.
"I-I CAN'T! LET GO! MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER HAS TO SURVIVE!" he cried, flinging his arms and commanding, "EMILY, RUN!"
The girl, bewildered, obeyed through sobs. She ran toward the murky light outside, her red, tear-filled eyes drowned in fear.
The Chimera, like the predator it was, spun around and went after her, without stopping its "firing" of scales at Joy.
Joy saw her son in Emily, running alone, lost in her own sobs.
Her body moved without permission, forcing itself forward to reach the girl moments before the Chimera. She embraced her, swinging her beneath her chest and offering herself as a shield… letting the pain pass through her.
"MOM!" Renn screamed, now being held back by Alex and the skateboarder. He watched helplessly as the Alpha's jaw ripped his mother's left arm from her shoulder and swallowed it in one motion.
Though it was just a limb, Joy's genetic stability and the echo of her Bellerophon made the effect.... "devastating."
The pleasure was so intense that the Chimera let out a roar of ecstasy, sounding like a purr, rolling on the ground like a predator drunk on itself, or a cat baked in catnip.
Before the grotesque spectacle, no one moved, no one breathed… as if time itself had naturally frozen this time…
No one, except Emily's father.
He rose, unsteady now that Renn was the one being restrained.
His eyes wild and his face pale, he began to walk.
Each step echoed with the weight of betrayal.
Until he reached Joy, kneeling on the ground, beside a pool of her own blood. The girl clung to her, protected in her half-embrace. He extended his arms, fingers trembling, and barely managed a clumsy sob…
"I'm sorry…"
As he ripped Emily from that bloody refuge.
The girl kicked, confused, not understanding. He pressed her to his chest, shielding her from view, and without looking back, began moving toward the exit… passing by the Chimera convulsing with pleasure.
For the group of survivors, things deteriorated rapidly.
The mutated animals, after killing and devouring their own packs and families, began climbing over the rubble of the habitats with distended, swollen, sagging bellies. A grotesque portrait of the gluttony that had hollowed them from the inside, and of the madness reflected in their eyes.
Then the irony occurred: the Chimera "saved" them.
Once the narcotic effect wore off, and Joy's arm genes and her Bellerophon had been digested… there was so much to absorb… so much to improve upon… That the changes, in the form of mutations, began immediately.
It lost control of its body, which started convulsing. Its appendages twisted around each other in a futile frenzy, while the iridescent film covering its flickering eyes blinked from red to… blue, as if momentarily imitating Joy's.
Its scales, still attached to its body, mutated with the same instability: for a few moments they abandoned their matte black and shimmered with flashes of silver—the same glow emanating from the armor of her Bellerophon.
Then everything darkened again… as if there were not "enough" to complete the process.
But the mutations didn't stop. New fingers sprouted from its claws, twisted and trembling; lumps crawled beneath its skin as if something else were trying to force its way out from within. Its body deformed in chaotic waves, unable to find a stable shape.
Due to the energy expended in battle and in these 'changes,' the Chimera instinctively entered a frenzy. It not only needed more energy… it needed biomass.
Devouring everything that moved to obtain it.
It made no distinction between prey: it shredded with its endless rows of teeth both mutated and healthy animals.
The wolf that had bonded with Renn, the rest of its pack, the lions with their cubs, primates, giraffes, and entire elephants… each habitat was reduced in seconds to a trail of grotesque bloodstains, erasing every trace of life.
And when no animals remained… the Alpha's hunger sought something else that moved…
"Look, Emily… we're going to make it."
The father stumbled through the rubble, Emily clutched to his chest as he crossed the massive breach in the concrete. Despite the selfishness of his actions and the disasters he had unleashed, seeing his car parked intact in the lot gave him the strength to smile.
A purely innocent smile, convinced in his heart that they would survive, that they could actually escape.Even… when the Chimera's gaping jaws appeared around them, moments before swallowing them both whole.
There was no time to scream, no time to say goodbye. Only the viscous, repulsive sound of flesh being torn and bones crushed like dry branches under serrated teeth remained.
Witnessing it, the most sensitive among the civilians could hold no longer… and vomited. Their faces turned gray, hands trembling, despair etched into their eyes.
As if they had just seen the confirmation of the inevitable: no one was safe, no one could escape.
For Renn, though the horror of the wolves and the rest of the animals tore at him, his mind was fixed on a single person. He took advantage of the chaos and broke free from Alex and the other young man's grip, running toward his…
"MOM!"
Joy snapped back at the sound. She turned her head, and their eyes met.
Knowing she couldn't hold them any longer, she closed the eyelids of her Bellerophon, and the bio-dermis layer began to retract. The upper portion slid up toward her neck and nape, while the hardened facial mask pulled back, settling tight against her chin, framing her jaw like an exoskeleton.
Revealing a face worn, soaked in sweat, pale from the blood still oozing from her shoulder... Yet capable of giving her son a luminous smile.
Moments before forcing the remaining fibers of her armor to seal the wound. The pain, as the living steel threads embedded into her shoulder and contracted with an organic snap, was unbearable.
Still, her son's worried gaze restrained her, showing only the slightest tightening of her eyelids.
Renn barely managed to stop in terror as, behind her, the Chimera's gaping jaws emerged, drawn by his cry.
Joy, without breaking eye contact with her son, smiled even more and, in a defiant tone, asked as she rose:
"Who do you think you're going to devour?" She spun sharply and added with a violet edge in her voice, striking the creature's snout with her single fist: "Huh!?"
The impact echoed like thunder, driving the monster's head into the ground, forcing its rear to lift into the air like a scorpion's curved tail.
Joy seized the moment: she jumped, spinning to gain momentum, and delivered a kick that sent it crashing back into the rubble. It didn't have the brute force of her first strike, but her rage was enough to push it back.
She landed softly, her ponytail flowing behind her, the smile still fixed on her face despite exhaustion, blood loss, pain… everything.
Then, her eyes glowing with a strange warmth—part maternal tenderness, part military discipline—she said, voice calm enough to hurt:
"Remember the mission, Renn," she said. "Evacuate with the civilians. Your… monstrous mother will be fine."
Though he knew she was lying—because no one could know— the boy stepped back, biting his lip to hold back the tears.
And instead of clinging to his "mission," he reached into the pouch tied to his belt and pulled out his console. Not to play—not in a moment like this—but to activate the app he always used when he did.
With trembling fingers, he selected the second contact on the list.
["♫ Du-druu… druu-druu…♫"]
"Come on—please!"
["♫ Du-druu… druu-druu…♫"]
Even though that digital cry was meant to be lost… just another echo in the low-priority civilian network during a crisis.
For the Super AI that monitored every fragment of life in the Seven Seats of the council, the hope of that child, materialized in a Discord call, was not wasted.
In milliseconds, it transformed the fragility of that plea into a direct connection at the highest priority.Causing a holographic flash to appear inside the helicopter where the recipient was located.
The voice that emerged, hardened by years of command, cracked the instant it recognized that blood-spattered child's face, tears held back, squinting between his eyelids.
"RENN!" his father exclaimed, as the bio-dermis covering his face retracted with a wet snap. The mask split in two, revealing a square jawed face, hardened gaze etched by fatigue and worry.
Behind him, Hunters in their own Bellerophons checked magazines and weapons, while the hatches framed the orange smoke of a burning New Mombasa.
["DAD! WHERE ARE YOU? M-MOM IS HURT, SHE NEEDS YOU!"]
Seeing those small black eyes, just like his own, with the same rebellious fringe as his mother's, calling him desperately on the screen…
Chris's expression tensed with a blame he couldn't hide inside the assault helicopter, shaking with every turbulence.
"Son…" each word weighed heavily, complete. "We're on our way."
Sobbing, the boy managed to regain a minimal composure in his broken voice and tone: ["P-please, sir… h-hurry."]
Chris, out of the camera's angle, squeezed his arms so tightly… that the six hands of his Bellerophon bled.
When he responded, it was with a dense, hollow whisper: "Yes…"
The communication cut off, leaving Renn staring at a black screen… and Chris trapped in an even heavier silence inside the helicopter.
His thirty-five fingers trembled as if a piece of his soul had been ripped away. The roar of the rotors filled the cabin, but his silence weighed more than the metallic clamor.
His men tried to approach, perhaps to remind him of how "monstrous" their captain was… but then, two holograms began to materialize in the empty seats before him.
First, a woman in a toga that clashed with the helicopter's military environment:
A sculpted face honed by self-discipline, which only amplified her beauty; a helmet tilted atop her head, and an ethereal blue glow running across her digital skin.
The avatar of the super-AI: Athena.
Beside her, a figure more human and, at the same time, more unsettling:
One of its creators. Hidden beneath a static-filled silhouette, except for the white lab coat hanging from his arms, as if it were too heavy… or he too tired to wear it properly.
Through the white noise, the only solid thing were his eyes: green, sunken, with deep shadows—like someone who hadn't slept for weeks.
"Oracle." Said Chris.
["Bastion…"] The second seat of the Defense Council replied, using the same codename designated by their roles. He asked, voice distorted: ["Situation?"]
Chris, aware of what he was about to hear, reported with technically stoic precision: "Critical; Joy is injured. Renn… in danger."
Though he was the father, the husband, and the soldier, it was the "analytical" Oracle who exploded with impotent fury, unable to contain himself like Chris could.
That's why he was Bastion… or paradoxically, precisely because he was, he forced himself to do it.
Striking a table that didn't exist in the hologram. ["I warned you!"] The furious, distorted voice of the Oracle reverberated through the cabin. ["When Athena informed us of the second Alpha at the Zoo, I told you to take your lieutenants and go save your wife and son!"]
Chris lifted his gaze, expression hardened like granite. "I couldn't do that. If we had abandoned the front before neutralizing the Alpha within the horde, it would have destroyed the city and consumed everyone in it—including the rest of Zero-1."
What he expected was political reproach, maybe a personal insult. What he received, instead, was a naked, brutal, and cold truth.
["And what of it!?"] the Oracle spat. ["It would be a shitstorm for Microphone to handle, but… so what? A city can be rebuilt! Humans are born as we speak! I can create new Hunters! BUT THE GENETIC MALLEABILITY OF YOUR WIFE, OF YOUR SON…"]
The contained impotence exploded with a ["Damn idiot: it's not something we can afford to lose!"]
His scream struck the cabin like a hammer. He wasn't talking about lives—he was talking about resources. He didn't care about his family; he cared about the indispensable 'runners' in humanity's lethal evolutionary race
Chris looked at him, unblinking, furious that the undertone wasn't lost on him, yet unable to respond under the weight of guilt; he had chosen duty over his family.
The pilot's voice interrupted: "Sir, we're four minutes from the zoo."
Chris leaned forward. "Push it as fast as you can." His feigned composure cracked under the nervous flash in his eyes.
["FUCK IT!"] spat the Oracle, turning to Athena. ["Give me full control of the city drones. If this idiot won't do it…then someone has to."]
The AI simply nodded. The hologram of the Oracle vanished first; Athena followed moments later, pausing to observe the first seat with an expressionless gaze, as if silently judging him.
Outside the ship, the rotors and flame nozzles roared in unison, overheating the black frame to dangerous levels, while at the same time…
Hundreds of drone swarms—including military and emergency units—began detaching from the Hunters' helicopter frame…
And could be seen converging on the zoo.
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