Then, there’s that face. It's like the one on Dakota, but larger. Far larger, eyes sunk so far back into the skull that they only appear as white specks on most images. Her mouth is perpetually agape, screaming soundlessly as she looks down at the grassy plain around her.
"Where is she?"
"Canada," the general says. "Or at least what's left of it. That's where the kaiju have to be going—they’re on a collision course."
"She...she has to be miles tall!" Teruya gasps.
"Six," Wright confirms grimly. "Six miles tall. But that’s not the worst of it. You see that veil? It's been env...
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