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"Children to the lifeboats! I'm sorry, but the adults will have to grab onto the dragons' bodies directly!"

Vilma called out to the Highland citizens. The massive vertical shaft created by the faceless giant ran adjacent to the underground facility where the civilians had been taking refuge.

Vilma directed the mecha-dragons to hover beside the shaft, opening their hatches and urging the civilians to evacuate. Children boarded lifeboats resembling large bask ...

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