Not when the beasts were still storming across Henan.
Not when satellite imagery showed a new breed of flying leviathans circling over the Yellow River.
Not when the third wave of tunneling hydras had burst through into Hubei's subsurface shelter grid.
The S-Rankers were all deployed, scattered across the country in a desperate effort to hold back the largest coordinated beast assault since the Cataclysm.
General Riki personally led a strike team into Nanjing, where an awakened lightning drake had flattened three square kilometers in under ten minutes.
General Maru was waist-deep in molten rock in Sichuan, holding a cracked containment seal together with his bare hands and compression runes.
General Hong Fei hadn't left the skies in two days, his inferno burst trail visible across three provinces as he flitted from battle to battle, setting entire fields alight to deny beast advancement.
There was no one to spare.
They knew what was happening in the west.
