The city was still breathing normally.
Cars passing. A distant siren. Apartment lights on. People having dinner. Someone laughing on a balcony.
But scattered across buildings, alleys, and streets… the chimeras were already in position.
Everything was ready.
Only the signal was missing.
Rosa
Rosa crouched on top of a commercial building.
Small blue spheres spread across the city blinked faintly — living cameras, connected like a nervous system.
She closed her eyes.
Each blue point showed a street. Every human movement was recorded. Every patrol mapped.
— East sector clear.
— Two patrol units moving downtown.
— Ambulance stationary at the hospital.
She took a deep breath.
— We are synchronized.
Traça
Traça hovered in the air, nearly invisible against the dark sky.
Below her, buried beneath the asphalt, were the pink spheres.
Traps.
Not explosions. Not direct destruction.
But distortions.
When activated, they would make the ground vibrate, lights fail, signals collapse. Controlled confusion.
She finished digging the last point with surgical precision and landed silently.
— All tunnels ready.
Vaca-Coelho
Inside an abandoned warehouse, dozens of humans were trapped in cocoon-like webs.
Alive. Breathing. Unconscious.
She monitored each one.
No deaths.
No alerts.
This operation wasn't a massacre.
It was neutralization.
Memba
Memba watched from the tallest building.
The wind brushed against the red markings on his body.
Police vehicles disabled. Tires ruined. Routes silently blocked.
Everything calculated.
He touched the biological communicator on his wrist.
— All sectors, report.
— Rosa ready.
— Traça ready.
— Vaca-Coelho ready.
— Cabra-Centipede infiltrated.
Cabra-Centipede
Dressed as a police officer, walking among real humans.
With stolen memories. Identical voice. Identical posture.
She spoke on the radio as if she were one of them.
— Situation normal in the southern perimeter.
No one suspected anything.
She glanced discreetly toward the distant hospital.
— Approaching secondary target.
The Island
In a distant place, the humanoid watched the cubes pulsing.
Dim light. Perfect synchronization.
He closed his eyes.
Felt every chimera in position.
Felt the city still unaware.
And then…
He whispered:
— Now.
The Coordinated Attack
At the exact same second:
Pink spheres vibrated beneath the asphalt.
Streetlights went out. Traffic signals failed.
Electrical systems fluctuated.
Blue spheres shifted frequency. Full surveillance network active.
Vaca-Coelho reinforced the cocoons.
Memba jumped from the building.
Traça took flight.
Cabra-Centipede smiled inside the police uniform.
The city did not explode.
It became disoriented.
Confusion. Power failure. Unstable communication.
The chaos began silently.
And that was the most terrifying part.
Lights flickered in the hospital.
A car lost control at a dead traffic light.
A police officer tried calling for backup. The radio crackled.
And at the top of the tallest building…
Memba landed.
— Phase one complete.
The work had begun.
Descent
Memba's body cut through the air like a white blade.
He fell.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the asphalt beneath him began to melt.
It didn't explode.
It didn't crack.
It melted.
As if the street had been made of wax under invisible heat.
The air vibrated.
Streetlights flickered.
Windows reflected his silhouette — tall, white, marked with red lines that seemed to pulse.
And then…
Humans saw him.
It wasn't the fact that he was a monster.
Monsters existed.
They lived. Worked. Paid taxes. Took buses.
Some were doctors. Others were police. Some were friendly neighbors.
The problem wasn't what Memba was.
It was how he appeared.
From the sky.
Without warning.
Melting the ground.
No sound of impact.
No explanation.
A woman dropped her bags.
A driver slammed the brakes.
Someone started recording.
The panic wasn't hatred.
It was instinct.
Memba slowly raised his head.
Looked around.
Didn't attack.
Didn't run.
He simply stood there.
The asphalt continued to ripple beneath his feet.
A police officer aimed his weapon.
— Stay where you are!
Memba tilted his head slightly.
Curious.
Almost analyzing.
The officer's radio crackled.
Failed.
The streetlights went out again.
Above, Rosa watched every reaction through the blue spheres.
— Controlled panic — she murmured.
Traça circled high above, invisible.
Vaca-Coelho was already blocking escape routes.
Cabra-Centipede approached through the crowd, perfectly in character.
Memba took a step forward.
The asphalt gave way again.
A dark circle began spreading around him.
Now the fear grew.
Not because he was a monster.
But because he seemed like something… beyond monsters.
He opened his mouth.
And spoke calmly, his voice amplified by silence:
— No one needs to die today.
For half a second…
Panic hesitated.
But chaos was already active.
Sirens. Shaking glass. Running people.
Above, a cloud slowly began to spin.
On the island, the humanoid watched the cubes pulse stronger.
— Excellent — he murmured.
The city had seen.
There was no turning back.
This was no longer invisible.
It was public.
And it had only just begun.
(continua…)