Ethan didn't stop.
He kept strapping Powered Combat Armors onto the mechanical lifeform, detonating each one in rapid succession.
Boom.
Another deafening explosion tore through the sky, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The blasts pushed the machine's systems to their absolute limit. With every detonation, its power surged—then drained. Each burst of strength came at the cost of its core energy, burning through its reserves like dry tinder in a wildfire.
Darian's eyes flickered with unease. His chest tightened.
This campaign had been his idea. After Tiberon's two failed invasions—and his death—Darian had taken it personally. He'd volunteered to lead the next assault, swearing to the Narlost Emperor, Aurelkar, that he would succeed where others had failed.
But now, standing here, watching his trump card being pushed to the brink, he realized just how wrong he'd been.
He'd thought Emerald Castle would be an easy conquest.
Instead, he was being cornered.
