The Rise of General Dire
"…Daddy," Rias whispered, her crimson eyes locked on his. "What do we do now? Our city… it's gone."
The crowd stilled. No one made a sound.
Leon's smile disappeared.
His expression turned grave as he looked around at those gathered: the eight women who shared his heart, the loyal maids, the wounded soldiers, the shaken civilians. His people. Hurt, but still alive.
He closed his eyes again and breathed in deeply.
He opened his mouth, ready to speak—
But the world answered first.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
A monstrous, guttural roar ripped through the air—deep, ancient, so loud it felt like it tore straight through the burning bones of Silver City.
The ground shuddered beneath their feet.
Every head snapped toward the center of the city.
Through the curtain of flame and smoke, something began to rise—massive, obsidian, wrong.