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The Tokyo air hangs thick with the stench of decay and old blood beneath a bruised, gray sky. Zombies surge across the courtyard—a moaning wave of rotting flesh—as Division 4's Fiends shred through them. Beam bursts up through the asphalt, shark jaws grinding a cluster of undead to pulp with a gleeful cackle. Behind him, Galgali's gas-masked form drives a fist clean through three bodies at once, each impact a sickening crack. Princi unfolds spider legs from her back and impales a line of zombies with fluid, merciless precision. Angel Devil perches on a chunk of rubble, casually nibbling a severed head. Kishibe stands beside Makima, arms folded, his voice gravel and ice. 'As you can see, these individuals operate at a higher rank and skill level than you all.' Denji rolls his eyes. Pow…