(Last chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1180566162) Space = Roar Click = Flame Belch ______________________________________ After the full-scale nuclear assault launched by Germany, the world didn’t argue — it ran. Governments, corporations, and civilians all began the mass exodus underground. Cities became bunkers. Towns turned into subterranean warrens. Colonies vanished from the surface like dust blown from a windowsill. No one complained. No one hesitated. Radiation had painted the skies and poisoned the earth. They fled to wherever the Geiger counters stayed quiet. But then came the fire. It began in New Delhi — a wildfire so vast it blackened the heavens. The sun choked behind thick curtains of smoke, the sky smothered by an oily haze. Emergency sirens howled as authorities scrambled to shepherd civilians below ground. That’s when it appeared. Atop the MCD Civic Centre, through a gap in the smoke, something massive perched — silent, unmoving at first. A hulking silhouette. Some thought it was a damaged aircraft. Others thought it was a trick of the firestorm. Then it moved. Wings, wide as buildings and twice as jagged, unfolded from the ash-caked body. Its eyes glowed like twin furnaces, seething with an unnatural fire. It raised its monstrous beak skyward and let out a shriek so sharp, it cracked the glass in the towers around it. Then came the fire. Smoke spewed from its throat, followed by a deafening roar and a cone of flame that shot into the sky like hell's exhale. People froze. Some screamed. Some dropped to their knees. Then came the slaughter. The creature — now airborne — swooped low and began to paint the city in fire. Streets boiled and bubbled. Cars melted into slag. Glass blew out of buildings in showers of molten shrapnel. Civilians caught in the open were incinerated in seconds — skin scorched off bones, lungs charred before screams could leave their mouths. The city turned orange, then black. Ash fell like snow. Again and again, the creature unleashed torrents of fire — not from instinct, but with joy. It shrieked in what could only be described as satisfaction, soaring overhead with regal terror, vomiting hell onto New Delhi. When the inferno finally quieted, New Delhi was gone. Just gone. A scorched wasteland of twisted rebar, shattered towers, and carbonized bone. But the monster didn’t stop there. It moved. East. South. North. Every major Indian city became a cinder heap in its wake. Skyscrapers became torches. Rivers boiled. Survivors whispered in disbelief, praying their bunkers were deep enough. The thing was finally identified — what was once a Great Hornbill, mutated beyond recognition by radiation, warped by unknown forces. Its name spread quickly: Terrorsaurus. A firebird from nightmares. Now, the world knew the truth. Digging underground wasn't enough. Hiding wouldn't save them. If they didn’t kill it, the world would burn.
Gatecreeper Me @ThatCorruptedDino for the flames Whoever made the sparks Toho
