"The situation in the Outskirts is growing more and more volatile at an alarming rate." Head General Del began, just as several images began to flash onto the screen.
It would seem that during their expedition into the Wastelands, the casualties had risen dramatically. Images of citizens wandering the streets with lost and hungry gazes walking past bodies on the pavement, vampire's begging for credits and blood with their skin drawn taught over their muscles and their ears growing to sharp points were projected up alongside an image of a lump of smooth black rock.
"This image here is the Black Star." She pointed towards the latter image, "It has appeared before in small amounts over the past several months, but never has it circulated in this quantity or at this speed."
