Unwritten Mythos

The gates

GPA Council, late evening.

The chamber buzzed with tension as reports trickled in, one by one, weaving a picture of a world on the brink.

"Based on the latest intelligence," began one of the council members, voice steady but grave, "containment zones in Asia are completely out of control."

"And North America?" came the sharp reply.

"The situation there is equally dire. 008 has already stirred up public opinion. Chaos brews like a storm."

A murmur rippled through the council. "There's even a church forming in North America," another added, "they call themselves the Church of Light, claiming to possess a holy water capable of dealing with Vampires... making a fortune off it."

"Does it work?" someone asked, leaning forward.

A dry chuckle escaped the speaker. "It's nothing but boiled water with salt. Just another scam. People profiting from the ruin of nations."

Disgust lingered in the air as a solemn voice broke through. "Even in times like these, humanity's darkness prevails. When we should unite to overcome the calamities before us, it only takes a few to trigger the collapse of everything we strive for."

The council fell silent. Then, the roll call of disasters continued.

"001, The Imitator—whereabouts unknown.

"002, The Deep One, has taken part of the Fish-Men into the oceans. We can't pinpoint their exact location.

"003, The Hollow—gone, same as 001.

"004, Queen Bee, has entrenched herself in Kitsune's original headquarters. The base is fortified, nearly impenetrable, surrounded by mountains, and guarded by the remnants of 009's Splitter objects.

"005, The Metallomorph—vanished.

"006, Fateweaver—confirmed dead by Kitsune.

"007, Siren, likely resides in the Atlantic. We recommend no contact."

The room grew heavier with each name.

"008, the True Ancestor, holds North America in its grip. Its form often shifts to a feminine appearance, though witnesses suggest it can adopt both male and female forms. Asians in particular have encountered 008—and all miraculously survived."

"Only Asians?" someone questioned, raising a brow. "Why?"

"It seems 008 understands only its mother tongue. When it fails to communicate... it resorts to violence."

The council exchanged uneasy glances. "These survivors all call 008 the Empress. When asked where the name came from, they simply say, 'Heard it from someone else.'"

"Why are we focusing on 008 right now?" the Asia Director snapped. "Shouldn't we be dealing with the immediate threat in our region?"

"Asia Director," the North America Director interjected, eyes flashing, "008 is a far greater threat. In North America, it's just one entity—but one powerful enough to rival everything in Asia combined."

The room bristled with tension as the two directors locked horns, neither willing to back down.

"Shut up! Have you even looked at the objects in Asia?!" the Asia Director seethed.

"The two of you, enough!" The Chairman's voice boomed through the chamber, silencing the brewing storm. "This bickering solves nothing. We cannot afford to splinter our focus."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "We will launch a two-site inspection. First, we will examine the situation in both regions. Once we determine which area faces the more immediate threat, we'll focus our efforts there."