While RiZu vacationed with his family in Malaysia, the spacecraft crash-landed near the Philippines. From its wreckage emerged X, a humanoid monstrosity formed from space fungus. Towering at 7 feet, it fed on humans, absorbing their traits.
The military retaliated. Jets, tanks, and elite soldiers clashed against the unstoppable beast. Even experimental Area 51 weapons barely slowed it down. Lina, now commanding a team in a fourth-wave assault, watched her comrades fall one by one.
X grew stronger, mocking them. He crushed tanks, snapped swords forged to withstand a thousand degrees, and spoke of I-9, a being far beyond their comprehension.
As Lina braced for death, a shockwave sent X sprawling. From the smoke stepped RiZu, donned in a new makeshift suit crafted in thirty minutes. 7.5 feet tall, black as midnight, and born of desperation.
"Leave it to me," RiZu growled.