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The city’s skyline crackled under the relentless march of alien war machines—towering mechanized horrors surging from fissures in the earth, their glowing cores pulsing with otherworldly energy. Spider-Man swung through the chaos, webs snapping against crumbling steel as he vaulted over laser fire. His reflexes were a blur, dodging plasma bursts that scorched concrete to ash. Below, civilians scrambled for cover while the invaders’ drones descended like metallic locusts, their jagged limbs carving through anything in their path. He launched himself toward a hulking robot, its spiked chassis whirring as it leveled a cannon at a fleeing crowd. “New York’s got a *strict* no-kaiju policy!” he quipped, slinging a web-grenade into the weapon’s barrel. The explosion ripped through the machine, sending shrapnel skidding across asphalt. But for every bot destroyed, three more emerged—a relentless tide. Spider-Man’s mask hid the sweat, the gritted teeth, but not the urgency in his voice as he radioed allies. “Need backup yesterday—these things aren’t here to sightsee!” Amid the carnage, he spotted a pulsating energy core atop a half-collapsed skyscraper—the hive-mind hub controlling the swarm. Dodging searing projectiles, he scaled the trembling structure, his suit singed and torn. “C’mon, Parker…time to crash their party.” With a final leap, he plunged his web-lined fists into the core, unleashing a shockwave that lit the sky electric blue. The robots shuddered, collapsing into lifeless heaps. Breath ragged, he perched atop the rubble, watching dawn bleed over the scarred city. The fight wasn’t over—he knew that. But for now, the world breathed again.
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