The shattered night sky above the fortified compound of the Rotte Family rumbled as black, thunderous clouds surged inward. Explosions beneath the dark heavens dwindled as the summoned monsters retreated from the battlefield, disappearing amidst the shadows of the evening.
When the guards resisting the incursion noticed the withdrawal of the aetheric beasts, cries of victory echoed throughout the residential compound. Some felt relieved as the fiery flames of destruction burned into the darkness of the night.
A reminder of the assault that had occurred.
The Matriarch of the Rotte Family, alongside several metahumans, lurked deep beneath the secured compound and watched the eventual retreat of the aetheric beasts. Instead of satisfaction, the old lady felt nothing more but dread. It was too easy.
