City of Flesh built from blood and sinew—perhaps now more fittingly called a Monster—stood towering over the land.
The overwhelming Holy Light descended from the heavens, enveloping the City of Flesh like an energy blast, its gentle radiance revealing its formidable strength, rapidly melting any flesh that came in touch with its glow.
But as the light dissipated, the City of Flesh still stood, seemingly having taken heavy damage, its size reduced by a notch, yet it still stood sixty to seventy meters tall.
This thing should be called Ultraman at this size.
Its surface split open into hundreds of gaping maws, some wailing, some shrieking, some murmuring incoherently, a chaotic cacophony that rattled the soul and stirred irritability.
"Yee—"
Suddenly all its mouths let out a deafening scream, spewing out a mass of sticky crimson substance, as if the skies were raining blood.
Though uncertain of the substance's effects, the Alliance promptly erected a defensive shield.
