The fog in the hills moves slowly closer to Cataluna. Communications, from radio to supernatural methods, short out and die. A strange moaning carries on the windless air.
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	*The Stratos Collective is in high alert* *Three Obliterators move into position to target the city* *Heavy Airships begin patrolling*
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	Screams begin to echo from out of the fog.
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	*Teams equipped with twenty foot barge poles are deployed to poke at the fog*
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	The poles have no effect, and the sensors on their ends return no results.
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	They advance into the fog, prepared to poke anything that seems to be alive.
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	The Stratos team sees only a few corpses, face down. They flip over the bodies only to find that their flesh has been eaten away, along with any armor worn by Monarchy guards.
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	*The barge pole team continues their search
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	Suddenly, with a choked-off scream, one of the barge team members collapses, as their armor corrodes. In seconds, their flesh is gone as well, and all that is left is a skeleton in its uniform, mouth locked open in a silent howl.