The city was exactly how they'd seen it on the large screen in the commander's office.
Chaos!
Pure, unfiltered chaos.
Tatehan and Lyra took a battle vehicle from the armory, a square-shaped beast with massive tires and armor plating so thick it could probably survive a direct missile hit. The material was really reinforced composite steel, designed specifically to withstand attacks from creatures with enhanced strength.
If a monster tried to ram it, flip it, or tear the doors off, the vehicle wouldn't budge.
As Tatehan climbed into the passenger seat and Lyra took the wheel, he felt a strange sense of security. The vehicle was a fortress on wheels.
But the moment they drove out of the Red Crest Clan base and into the city streets, that sense of security evaporated.
The streets were a warzone.
