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The warm air caressed my skin. My fur swayed lightly in the morning wind. I had found myself on the roof of another high rise.

Something that seemed to be quite usual for me now. But today was different, there was a scent of blood in the air. A heavy scent I had not found for days upon days now.

Not after we had cleaned the streets of all of the blood and gore that had stained it upon the initial impact.

But now, now there was no longer that sense of peace. It was like yesterday was a prelude to war.

As if there was nothing more than war in the future. Was that true, or was it simple paranoia.

I did not truly know. And that was why I had my spirits, ones that were unused for the moment, scout the surrounding area.

Find how my spiders were doing, find the area of the leaders.

I watched the figures of both of them, the spiders and spirits. They fluctuated, hard.