Apollo's thoughts moved with the rhythm of the battle, manipulating his artificial army to steadily reduce the number of enemies across the battlefield.
After issuing several commands, the panel before him shifted.
The East.
The land of the Lionhearts burned beneath a siege of winged homunculi.
They descended from the clouds like hail, their twisted forms swarming the skies while razor-like talons clawed against the city barrier. Civilians hid inside underground bunkers while soldiers desperately fought above to keep the barrier from collapsing.
The eastern forces resisted fiercely.
Magic ballista bolts streaked through the night like burning comets, piercing through the incoming creatures and scattering explosions of fire across the battlefield.
But there were simply too many.
Apollo narrowed his eyes.
The enemies were not only using the failed homunculi experiments anymore.
They had also deployed the failed test subjects mutated by the fragments.
