Inhumane weapons of war

Vlad's eyes were sharp and cold as he watched the distant missiles streaking through the sky. He knew full well that these missiles did not carry any conventional explosives but something far more nefarious and dangerous. Had this weapon been intended against any other human force, he would have opposed it with every fiber of his being. Yet, in this dire situation, he reluctantly accepted its use. The stakes were too high. The Leviathan Race threatened the survival of the entire world, and no measure, however terrible, could be entirely dismissed.

The missiles nearly vanished from Vlad's sight before they finally landed somewhere deep in the Ztan Country. He focused intently on the distant horizon, waiting to see what would happen. The moment the missiles touched the ground, they did not explode with fire or shrapnel. Instead, their metallic shells opened with a silent mechanical grace, releasing a dense gray fog that began to rise extremely fast into the sky.