The first rays of sunlight barely pierced through the thick storm clouds as Leon and his forces gathered at the city's outskirts. Before them, an army of grotesque mutations stretched as far as the eye could see. Hulking behemoths, twisted amalgamations of flesh and bone, and shadowy figures with unnatural speed—all waiting for the signal to strike.
"We fight to reclaim our world!" Leon's voice rang out, steady and filled with unshakable resolve. "We are not prey—we are the hunters!"
The survivors roared in response. Then, without hesitation, Leon charged forward.
A colossal beast lunged at him, its razor-sharp claws aiming for his throat. He dodged with inhuman speed, his sword cleaving through its neck in a single, precise strike. Black blood sprayed, and the creature collapsed.
Iris danced through the battlefield like a phantom, her strikes severing limbs and heads with ruthless efficiency. Ethan, the team's sharpshooter, provided cover fire, his bullets finding their marks with deadly precision.
Then, the ground trembled. From the heart of the enemy lines, a monstrous figure emerged—a towering abomination with glowing red eyes and a cruel, intelligent grin.
Leon's heart pounded. He had sensed it too