The sun was choked out by the smog of war.
Red hovered silently in the Void, his hands clasped behind his back. The interface was cluttered with red dots (Enemies) and blue dots (Allies).
[ BATTLEFIELD ANALYSIS ][ DEFENDERS (BASTION): 120 COMBATANTS ]
→ 40 Shell-Kin (Heavy Tanks)
→15 Mangrove Treants (Siege/Crowd Control)
→40 Grey-Fin Lizardmen (Spearmen)
→25 Kobold Skirmishers (Flankers)
Although red had around 260 followers, the rest were women, children and elderly.
[ ATTACKERS (OBSIDIAN-CLAW): 340 COMBATANTS ]
Equipment: Heavy Mining Picks, Sledgehammers, Pneumatic Drills.
Red didn't click a single button. He simply watched.
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BOOM.
The first impact against the main gate was a synchronized strike of fifty sledgehammers. The living stone groaned. The Treants holding the wall shivered, leaves falling like rain.
