Gershwin watched as the sight before her unfolded the closer they got to the battlefield - though battlefield was a very light way of putting just how much it represented Armageddon. The principal building was in no way the way it was before, but it held as the last bit of bastion there was left that was stopping this army of millions from crushing the line of defense, and continuing their invasion to the next country. May God hope that the next victim had had enough time to prepare for what was about to come. 

The royal family's palace had had no time to build walls. Instead, tanks and other vehicles would drive over each other, their debris high and sturdy enough of an obstruction to hold off the Stone Soldiers. Artillery bombing and heavy weapons fire were used to quell the enemy line, but every now and then one would make its way in, and massacre a squad on its own. The battle could be over in an instant had the twins decided to swallow the place whole, drag it all underground. But the fear that was in their very soul, that was the achievement to winning. 

Of course, the twins had not counted for other Anomalies. Caits flew the ship on its way to the Royal Palace, firing down tracer, explosive rounds, crippling the monsters. This time there were very of them regenerating from the ambient earth. Why bother, perhaps, when there were so many of them? Take one out, be replaced by a thousand. The Stone Goliaths were slowed down as Caits expertly did her own form of terraforming, making giant potholes in the earth so that the monsters may not roll, forcing them to walk on all fours which was the equivalent of a building walking, which was very slowly. Still, the sight was hectic. Orders were shouted, battle cries, and yells of pain were so loud on the human side Gershwin could hear it through the ship's walls. Very spine-chilling, since the monster side did not - could not - utter a single sound. Their faces unmoving which made them look dispassionate and non-negotiable. They existed just to kill. 

Caits was smart, careful not to hover for too long in one position, always moving to ensure every part of the bastion was safe. Of course, when everything was headed their way, it would prove too much for even the best of the best - of the best. A stray boulder clipped the side of the ship, taking off its wing and its entire left side. Gershwin, who was standing by Caits the whole time, was sucked out into the open sky. She watched as the aircraft spun viciously, thrusters still firing as Caits tried her damnedest to crash safely. Safely, somehow, the plane crashed horizontally onto the rooftop of the palace. It did not explode. 

Gershwin looked back to the ground for a split second and her gaze instantly met the ground. Her spine bent inwards on itself. Her face was pressed in, ribs shot out from her chest, and legs rested on the back of her neck. 

Caits', still strapped in to her seat, could see the bloody mess. Then, there was glowing.