Story begin.. The once-proud Zilla Clan had been nearly obliterated by Young Mongrod, full of rage. The sky was a bruised, smoky gray, flickering with the orange glow of raging fires. Buildings crumbled, their frames crackling and hissing in the heat. Ash floated through the air like snow. The stench of burning and death hung heavy. The bodies of fallen Zilla guards were scattered like broken shields across blood-streaked stones. Children cried out for their parents, their voices thin beneath...