The faint silhouette of the moon peeked through the dense, broiling clouds bloating over the raging battlefield.
Turrets and cannons on Aegis had begun shutting down — some collapsing from severe overheating, others from internal jams. By now, only about 30% of the systems were functioning at full power.
Apart from the six occupied squad captains, the other soldiers did their best to resist the rampant, unending tide of corrupt creatures. At the east side of the battlefield, the Abrams Tank was firing at full throttle — a force of decimation that made up for the lost turrets and laser cannons.
This battle had long surpassed the calamity of a territory. It was a world-level extinction threat. Even the World Spirit was alarmed. Naturally, all Lords across Arcana had long sensed the wrongness.
At the far edges outside the northern borders, a robust man stood on a levitating platform scaling high ground, giving him a clear line of sight into Roy's territory.
