When It Rains, It Pours
Even as Beijing bled and screamed.
Even as beast claws tore across a nation already drowning in fire.
Europe invaded.
They came not as allies. Not even as conquerors.
They came like vultures to a corpse, seeking to clean out the remaining flesh of a dying behemoth.
From the western horizon, under skies still choked with smoke, the full weight of the European war machine poured through China's broken borders.
Not a single message was sent ahead. No flag was raised. No negotiation was offered.
They simply appeared.
Armored columns rolled like polished steel rivers across the scorched plains of Xinjiang and Gansu. The ground trembled beneath their treads.
Thousands of fresh mecha units advanced in flawless formation, their plating clean, their weapons primed, their energy cores humming with anticipation.
