As the setting sun sank beneath the sea, the harbor of Ring Island fell into quiet calm. Yet 200 nautical miles away, French Fry Harbor was anything but peaceful.0

Firelight flickered in the forest. Explosions and gunfire rang out one after another. The communication channels were filled with chaotic shouting, occasionally mixed with the roars and dying cries of mutated creatures.0

The remote weapon station atop the Husky kept firing in sustained bursts, pouring 20mm rounds into the pitch-black jungle. The grenade launcher mounted to its side thumped intermittently, sending bursts of fire and smoke erupting through the undergrowth.0

Those firing was the Expedition convoy that had ventured deep into the ruins of Shilong City.0

Half an hour earlier, they had reached the remains of a signal receiving station, intending to recover satellite coordinates and identification...0