The jets descended like silent hawks into the dead city.
The sun had vanished beyond the horizon, and twilight was cloaking the ruins of the city in a gloomy veil. The air was dense with the scent of saltwater, decay, and something fouler, something dark and unnatural.
From above, the ruined coastal city looked like a skeleton of steel and shattered concrete. All types of vehicles were rusting all across the city, with vines crawling over them like forgotten memories. And somewhere deeper in this graveyard of civilization, the Class 12 Shadow Beast was resting.
Grace was standing at the edge of the southern cliff, overlooking the disaster zone while her dragon was hovering behind her in the clouds, cloaked from plain sight. As a Class 16 Shadow Beast, it was able to hide its presence from everyone and anyone.
"2025, confirm enemy positions," she murmured.
