The battlefield hologram updated. A massive red wave of players surged across the landscape like a living tsunami. Buildings toppled. Forests caught fire. Tanks and war machines appeared out of nowhere—players had spawned with every vehicle skin and weapon they owned.
A red wave of players spread across the landscape, thousands of tanks, artillery trucks, skirmish squads, and armored suits rushing forward in massive formations. It looked like a global military parade heading straight for his bunker.
Kora zoomed in. "Commander, eastern forces have entered artillery range."
"Fire," Xavier said.
The artillery roared on the map. Explosions tore through the first wave of attackers. Smoke and debris rolled across the fields, and thousands of players were erased in seconds.
But something else caught Xavier's attention.
