United States of America, New York City, 15 December 2022.
As of 23:05, a bored expression could be seen on the face of the young man seated on his throne. The fleet had remained stationary, he had made the command but he had yet to make a move himself.
"Father!" The girl called out to him
Bowed down ahead of him was a young beauty.
Her long black hair was tied into twin tails by two red ribbons. Her eyes were golden and she had two long black horns, the top half of which was red. The highest rank. Her clothes were unusual, almost like she was cosplaying.
Beside her rested a large golden gemmed war axe which was nearly twice her body size. The war axe radiated a strong aura.
"I've already made the decision. We will not pull back from taking over this planet." He spoke up so that the others on the ship could hear.
"But the infection! It's spreading amongst us! And these people...! Why must we destroy-"