Blattus Rex leaned back in his chair and stared at the three monitors glowing across his desk.

  The room looked the same as it had for weeks. Empty soda cans crowded the edge of the desk. Delivery boxes stacked against the wall formed a crooked cardboard skyline. A nest of cables ran across the floor in tangled loops that looked like something alive had crawled under the desk and decided to stay.

  One monitor carried his streaming dashboard.

  One carried a mountain of browser tabs.

  The third scrolled chat messages so fast they blurred into a vertical river of text.

  Blattus rubbed his eyes and dragged his cursor across the screen.

  A folder opened.

  PRIMM INCIDENT

  He exhaled slowly.

  “Alright chat,” he said, voice rough from hours of talking. “We’re going through this again.”

  A video window opened on stream.

  Five weeks.

  Five weeks since the internet detonated.

  Five weeks since thousands of shaky phone videos started showing something that looked like it belonged in a disaster movie instead of the Nevada desert.

  Blattus had watched all of them.

  Every upload.

  Every mirror.

  Every low-resolution repost filmed off someone else’s screen.

  He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk.

  “For anybody who somehow missed the entire internet losing its mind,” he said, gesturing at the screen, “five weeks ago something insane happened outside Primm, Nevada.”

  The clip began to play.

  Bright afternoon sunlight flooded the frame. The Nevada sky stretched overhead in a hard blue sheet, the kind of dry desert daylight that turned every shadow razor sharp across the asphalt.

  Under normal circumstances the footage would have been crystal clear.

  Instead the image trembled and warped like heat ripples rising off a highway.

  Static crawled across the frame.

  Wind howled through the phone microphone while sand tore across the parking lots surrounding the casino buildings.

  Every few seconds the camera struggled to hold focus as if the sensor itself was fighting against something in the air.

  Blattus pointed at the screen.

  “Look at the distortion.”

  He zoomed slightly.

  “This wasn’t night footage. Middle of the day.”

  The image jittered again as the person filming tried to steady the phone.

  “Which means the grainy quality isn’t lighting.”

  He tapped the desk.

  “That’s interference.”

  The video jolted.

  Something enormous moved into the frame.

  Eight legs.

  Towering above rows of parked cars.

  The spider rose over the desert asphalt like a walking nightmare, its body surrounded by violent arcs of lightning that cracked through the air like live power lines.

  The creature shrieked.

  The phone microphone overloaded into a distorted scream.

  Lightning erupted from the monster’s body and slammed into the ground, carving glowing trenches through the pavement.

  Blattus paused the video.

  He leaned back slowly.

  “Yeah.”

  He pointed at the frozen frame.

  “That.”

  The spider’s leg hung suspended above a line of SUVs.

  The scale comparison left zero room for debate.

  “That thing is stepping over cars.”

  He rubbed his chin.

  “So when this first hit the internet everyone had the same reaction.”

  He counted off fingers.

  “CGI.”

  “Movie shoot.”

  “Marketing stunt.”

  “Military weapons test.”

  Blattus shrugged.

  “All reasonable guesses.”

  He clicked play again.

  The camera shook violently as the person filming started running.

  The spider shrieked again.

  Lightning tore across the desert in blinding forks that blasted sand and asphalt into the air.

  Blattus slowed the footage.

  “Alright.”

  He leaned closer to the monitor.

  “Watch this part.”

  He zoomed the lower corner of the frame.

  A human shape cut across the battlefield.

  Moving fast enough to blur.

  Something snapped outward from the figure’s arm like a whip made of black liquid shadow.

  The tendril slammed into one of the spider’s legs.

  Blattus froze the video.

  He leaned forward until his face hovered inches from the screen.

  “Pause.”

  The cursor circled the dark shape.

  “Who the hell is that?”

  The black tether pulled tight across the frame.

  The spider staggered.

  Lightning exploded outward from its body in a violent burst that filled the camera with static.

  Blattus stared at the frozen image for several seconds.

  Then he leaned back slowly.

  “Alright.”

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  He dragged another clip onto the stream.

  Different phone.

  Different angle.

  Same fight.

  The spider fired another blast of lightning that split the ground apart.

  The same human figure sprinted across the battlefield, the black energy lashing through the air again like some kind of weapon.

  Blattus watched in silence.

  His eyes moved between the clips.

  The spider.

  The lightning.

  The black tether.

  He exhaled slowly.

  “Okay.”

  He leaned back in his chair.

  “So either this is the most insane coordinated CGI project anyone has ever pulled off…”

  He turned toward the camera.

  “…or something really weird is going on.”

  His eyebrows lifted slightly as realization crept across his face.

  He leaned forward again.

  “Chat.”

  Pause.

  “When are we getting cat girls?”

  Blattus reached for the mouse again and dragged another clip onto the stream window.

  “This next one,” he said, “came from somebody filming near the roller coaster over at Buffalo Bill’s.”

  The video opened.

  The camera pointed toward the skyline of the casino complex. The roller coaster tracks curved across the frame in a tangled red lattice that cast thin shadows across the parking lot below.

  Wind roared through the phone microphone.

  Sand tore across the pavement in long, whipping sheets.

  The sky above the buildings churned.

  Blattus leaned forward.

  “Okay, watch the clouds.”

  The footage zoomed upward slightly as the person filming tried to steady the phone.

  A spiral of dark storm clouds rotated slowly over the desert.

  Blattus paused the clip.

  He rubbed his chin.

  “This part is weird.”

  He dragged the timeline bar backward.

  “Because according to the timestamps, this video got recorded like… two minutes after the other one.”

  The spider filled the screen again for a moment as he showed the earlier clip.

  Bright sunlight.

  Clear sky.

  Desert afternoon.

  Then he switched back to the storm clip.

  The sky twisted above the casino buildings like a giant whirlpool forming in the atmosphere.

  Wind slammed into the microphone again.

  Blattus leaned closer to the screen.

  “Storm systems don’t just show up like that.”

  The clouds tightened into a rotating funnel.

  The air itself looked heavy, thick with drifting sand.

  Lightning flashed again somewhere inside the storm mass.

  Blattus scrubbed forward a few seconds.

  The camera tilted upward.

  Something moved inside the cloud layer.

  He froze the frame.

  “Okay.”

  He zoomed the image.

  “Hold on.”

  The pixels stretched as he magnified the footage.

  A shape hovered against the dark clouds.

  Human sized.

  Blattus stared at it for several seconds.

  “Is that…”

  He zoomed again.

  “…a person?”

  The figure shifted slightly in the air.

  Wind tore around them in violent spirals that pulled sand and debris upward toward the storm clouds.

  Blattus leaned back slowly.

  “Alright.”

  He pointed at the screen.

  “We got a second person.”

  The clip resumed.

  The camera jerked downward suddenly.

  The spider charged across the parking lot below, its massive legs slamming into the asphalt hard enough to shatter concrete.

  Lightning blasted outward again, striking the ground in jagged bursts that lit the sandstorm with blinding flashes.

  The human figure with the black energy whip dashed across the battlefield below.

  Blattus paused the clip again.

  He dragged another video onto the stream.

  “This next one lines up with the same moment.”

  The new footage opened from a different angle.

  The spider’s back filled the frame.

  Above it, the storm clouds churned faster.

  Wind howled louder.

  Blattus slowed the playback speed.

  “Watch the sky.”

  Something bright formed high above the battlefield.

  At first it looked like sunlight catching on the clouds.

  Then the shape grew larger.

  And larger.

  Blattus leaned forward again.

  “What the hell…”

  The camera tilted upward as the person filming followed the object descending through the storm.

  A massive spear of ice hung suspended in the sky.

  Its surface glowed white under the desert sun, refracting light through thick crystalline layers that twisted into a jagged, tapered point.

  The thing looked enormous.

  Blattus paused the video again.

  He zoomed the object.

  “Okay.”

  He stared at the screen.

  “That’s ice.”

  He leaned back.

  “In the Nevada desert.”

  The clip resumed.

  The storm clouds tightened.

  Wind slammed across the battlefield hard enough to send loose debris tumbling across the parking lot.

  The spider turned toward the human figure on the ground.

  Lightning exploded from its body again.

  At the same moment—

  The icicle dropped.

  The spear of ice tore through the storm clouds like a falling missile.

  The camera jerked violently as the person filming shouted something unintelligible.

  The ice spear slammed into the spider’s back.

  The impact shook the entire frame.

  Ice shattered outward in a violent explosion of white fragments.

  The spider’s body collapsed forward.

  Blattus stopped the clip.

  Silence filled the room.

  He rewound the moment and played it again.

  The icicle fell.

  Impact.

  Spider collapsing.

  Blattus exhaled slowly.

  “Oh.”

  He leaned back in his chair.

  “Oh that thing is dead.”

  He dragged the timeline back again.

  “Watch it one more time.”

  The icicle plunged downward again on screen.

  Blattus shook his head slowly.

  “So let’s put this together.”

  He opened three video windows side by side.

  The spider footage.

  The clip showing the black energy tether.

  The storm formation above the casino buildings.

  “We got giant lightning spider.”

  He pointed at the first clip.

  “We got mysterious shadow-whip guy.”

  Second clip.

  “And now we got Ice Queen dropping frozen skyscrapers from the sky.”

  He leaned back again.

  Blattus stared at the clips for a long moment.

  Then he glanced at the scrolling wall of chat messages racing down the third monitor.

  His eyebrows lifted slightly.

  “Yeah.”

  He nodded slowly.

  “This situation feels… complicated.”

  The cursor moved toward another browser tab.

  A notification banner slid across the top of the screen.

  BREAKING NEWS — EMERGENCY PRESIDENTIAL ADDRESS

  Blattus blinked.

  He looked back at the camera.

  “Wait.”

  He clicked the banner.

  “Hold on a second.”

  The video feed switched.

  Blattus leaned closer to the monitor as a government broadcast screen replaced the battlefield footage.

  “Well.”

  He rubbed his hands together slowly.

  “Let’s see what the President has to say about the giant lightning spider.”

  The battlefield footage disappeared.

  A clean government broadcast screen replaced it. The seal of the United States filled the center of the frame while orchestral music played quietly in the background.

  Blattus leaned forward slightly in his chair.

  “Well,” he muttered. “This should be interesting.”

  The camera cut to a podium.

  The President stepped into view.

  Blattus watched in silence while the man adjusted the microphone and looked across the room at the gathered press.

  “My fellow Americans,” he began. “Five weeks ago, in the desert outside Primm, Nevada, our nation experienced an unprecedented event.”

  Blattus leaned closer to the screen.

  “For weeks,” the President continued, “videos from that night have circulated across the internet. Many of you have seen them. The explosions. The lightning. The creature captured in those recordings.”

  The President paused.

  “Tonight I am confirming that the events shown in those videos were real.”

  Blattus blinked.

  “Oh.”

  He leaned back slowly.

  “Okay.”

  The President continued speaking.

  “In the days following the incident, the United States military and our scientific community conducted a full investigation of the site. Our teams gathered evidence, analyzed the environment, and examined the phenomenon responsible for the breach that occurred that night.”

  Blattus rubbed his chin while listening.

  The President’s voice remained steady.

  “Two weeks ago, after confirming the nature of this event, the United States government began sharing our findings with allied nations across the world. Leaders from Europe, Asia, and our partners across the globe received classified briefings regarding the situation.”

  Blattus raised an eyebrow.

  “They’ve been sitting on this for a while,” he murmured.

  The President placed both hands on the podium.

  “What we discovered is something humanity has never encountered before.”

  He paused again.

  “The incident outside Primm was caused by an extra-dimensional breach.”

  The room behind the camera remained silent.

  Blattus leaned forward again.

  “Wait.”

  The President continued.

  “The hostile entity that emerged from that breach posed an immediate threat to American citizens. Through extraordinary circumstances and the actions taken during the event, that threat was neutralized.”

  Blattus glanced back toward the paused spider footage on the other monitor.

  “Neutralized,” he repeated quietly.

  The President drew a breath.

  “The American people deserve the truth. The threat we witnessed was real. The forces involved were powerful. Our government has been working around the clock to understand exactly what we are dealing with.”

  He straightened slightly.

  “Because of this discovery, and after consultation with our allies, I have ordered the immediate recall of United States military forces stationed abroad.”

  Blattus froze.

  The President’s voice carried across the broadcast.

  “American troops currently deployed overseas will begin returning home. Our military will strengthen the defense of our nation while we continue to assess the situation.”

  Blattus slowly reached for the mouse.

  He dragged the video timeline backward.

  The President’s words replayed.

  “I have ordered the immediate recall of United States military forces stationed abroad.”

  Blattus paused the video.

  He stared at the screen.

  “Hold on.”

  Chat scrolled violently beside the stream window.

  Blattus leaned forward.

  “Did everybody hear that?”

  He pointed toward the broadcast.

  “That’s huge.”

  He rubbed his face slowly.

  “The United States has bases everywhere.”

  He began counting on his fingers.

  “Germany.”

  “Japan.”

  “Korea.”

  “The Middle East.”

  “Carrier groups in half the oceans on the planet.”

  He leaned closer to the camera.

  “And he just said they’re bringing everybody home.”

  Blattus shook his head slowly.

  “That doesn’t happen.”

  He tapped the desk with one finger.

  “You pull your global military presence back when you think something big is about to happen.”

  He turned toward the other monitor.

  The paused frame of the spider still filled the screen.

  “That thing shows up in Nevada.”

  He clicked another clip.

  Eric’s shadow-black tether striking the spider’s leg.

  “Some random guy starts fighting it with whatever that black energy thing is.”

  Another clip appeared.

  Celeste’s storm clouds spiraling above the casino skyline.

  “And then Ice Queen drops a frozen spear from the sky and ends the whole fight.”

  Blattus paused the clip again.

  He leaned back slowly in his chair.

  “And now the President goes on national television and confirms the whole thing.”

  He gestured toward the screen.

  “And then says he’s bringing the entire U.S. military home.”

  Blattus sat quietly for several seconds.

  The room filled with the constant scroll of chat messages and the quiet hum of his computer fans.

  He glanced once more at the frozen image of the spider.

  Then at the clip showing the black tether.

  Then at the frame of the falling icicle.

  Blattus exhaled slowly.

  “Yeah.”

  He nodded once.

  “That tells me one thing.”

  A long pause followed.

  “They don’t think that was the last one.”

  Blattus leaned forward slightly.

  His voice lowered.

  “And if the government thinks more of those things are coming…”

  He glanced toward the broadcast again.

  “…then the government probably knows something the rest of us don’t.”

  Blattus sat back in his chair.

  He looked once more at the battlefield footage frozen across his monitor.

  “Something big is coming.”

  The stream remained silent for several seconds as chat continued racing past the screen.