Location: MOA Complex, Strategic Command Deck
Date: January 21, 2026 — 8:04 AM
Thomas stood alone on the observation deck above Hangar 3, watching as a new payload was sealed into a reinforced missile cradle. Below, engineers in radiation suits worked methodically, unaware of the true magnitude of what they were handling.
He had made the call. The world had changed.
The Goliath was only the beginning.
Now, it was time to cleanse the infected cities.
Across the Philippines, entire metropolitan zones had fallen—bloated, hollowed-out shells swarming with the dead. Quezon City, once the most populous urban center in the country, had become a silent hive of movement and rot. Night vision drone footage revealed masses upon masses of infected, bloated and aimless, some fused into Bloom Nests, others wandering in endless loops.
And for every one of them, the System awarded 50 Blood Coins.
Thomas narrowed his eyes.
He opened the translucent menu again.
