The ground trembled beneath the feet of the soldiers and survivors inside the White House bunker. The steady pounding of the troll at the door had nearly faded into the background, drowned out by the overwhelming sounds of destruction outside. George glanced at his girls, Lucy, Raven, and Jackie, who stood at his side, their faces determined yet filled with a palpable tension. They had fought countless battles together, but this felt different. It felt final.
Suddenly, the relentless hammering of the troll stopped. For a moment, there was a tense silence, then a new sound emerged, a low, monstrous rumble that seemed to shake the very earth.
"What's that?" Raven whispered, gripping her katana tighter.
George's stomach dropped as he moved toward a window, peering outside. His heart nearly stopped at what he saw.
