The air above Los Angeles was thick with the acrid scent of ozone and pulverized concrete. What was once a vibrant urban sprawl was now a smoking crater, buildings twisted into grotesque metal sculptures, shattered glass glittering. Shuha'dar, the colossal 50-foot Krill, stood amidst the ruins, his dark and silver scales gleaming, an aura of raw, untamed power emanating from him, vibrating the very ground beneath his massive, clawed feet.
He let out a guttural roar, a sound that vibrated through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, a primal challenge. His objective was clear: to attract the human military force, to draw their attention away from the true, insidious harvest unfolding across the globe.
