Screeeeech—!
With the sound of tearing plastic, a portion of space warped, and a dimensional gate opened. From its rift, black, viscous liquid dripped to the ground.
Splat. Splat.
The black substance writhed. It moved as if surveying its surroundings, then began to change shape. These were the enemies of the Empire—the demons.
They had long since adapted to humanity. In the early days of the Eastern Front, they resembled humanoid slimes. Now, they had evolved into countless forms.
Behold. Look upon these abominable creations.
Tick. Tick. T-tick.
- "Meteor operational at 70%. Stable. No anomalies detected. Initiating demon-clearing operation. Activating boosters."
