The street was silent.
For the first time since entering New Chicago, no waves came. No skittering crawlers. No shrieking fliers. No endless tide of soldiers.
Just the generals.
By now, Korrath already accepted the fact that nothing he sent could stop the advance of the enemy force, it would only delay the inevitable. His endless army of drones and biomechs was nothing in the face of the enemy's willpower.
They were determined to go through to the end.
And now, his three generals were all that separated them from him. By now, Korrath no longer held on to the force delusion of superiority and control that he felt he once had over the war.
The war already spiraled out of his control
Three titans stood at the base of the Nexus Engine. They were different from the rest of Korrath's horde. More refined. More terrible.
