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Progeny of Kongomato.
The giant Gothic tower canted at an impossible angle, it’s grandeur long since faded and weather-beaten. After seven decades the famously faulty underpinning had finally given way and now it tottered, ready to collapse. The tower, incorrectly named by most, was in reality The Elizabeth Tower. Big Ben the enormous bell within would soon ring one last time as it plummeted to the ground.
This would cause no undue concern. In fact it would provoke no reaction of any kind. All life in London had ceased a generation before. Now all that lived beneath the tower were the lowest form of insects, feverishly hiding from the dominant form of life on the planet; the enormous winged beasts prowling the sky with ceaseless energy and unquenchable hunger.