"A direct strike would be more efficient than this crawling advance." He decided to compartmentalise the worry. At its current rate of travel, the blue cloud would take days to reach his position.
He couldn't afford to halt his production for a far-distant threat on the horizon. He resumed his work, though he now checked the sky every few hours, watching for any change in the cloud's behaviour.
While William was busy in all this, his guild's core force was experiencing a baptism of fire. The five-pronged assault on the continental tide spots had begun, and the reality on the ground was far grimmer than any map had suggested. Even the locations that had appeared promising or stable were turning into terrifying meat grinders.
"Tsk! I thought this place was the least affected out of all of them!" Ro shouted over the roar of battle. She stood atop a crumbling defensive tower in that town, her fingers dancing as she used her flying spear to weave a path of destruction.
