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???: "Ah...well...I think you should see this-" 

Images appeared on the screen. They were taken from Luna's orbit, most likely from a space station. The photos showed rows and rows of men standing attention. No-not men. Whatever these were, they weren't men anymore. Their backs were large and broad, hairy. Large, cruel fangs glinted, hands ending in curved claws. 

"....W-What in the hell...are those things..?!"

???: "Mutants...some sort of genetic expirament conducted by Queen Levana. We believe that they're shells, preserved by the monarchy for testing-but either way, they are an army-and a dangerous one at that."

"Yeah i can see that...s-so those are the shells...i thought they we're just normal people...guess i was wrong"

???: "Your highness...if Levana unleashes her armies upon us, it will lead to another world war. Maybe we'd be able to win against one army, but between these monster's brute strength and the lunar's manipulations...Earth would fall." 

"...is...is she threatens to fire this army against us? Is She making us take a deal, my hand in marriage for no war..?"

???: "....it would appear so." 

"T-This is....This is ridiculous!"

???: "I agree.....but....if this is the only way to prevent a war....then I believe for the good of the world, it must be done." 

"T-There has to be some other way...T-There has to be!..."