Atlas had maximized every ounce of his subordinates' unique abilities, most notably Baldric's terrifying talent for crafting large-scale, devastating explosives.
The traps had been laid long before the Dominion Skirmish began, meticulously planned and assembled back in Gacha Haven. Baldric had spent that time obsessing over one goal: how to create detonations so powerful, so overwhelming, they could obliterate enemies by the hundreds. Against all odds, in that short span, he and the others had managed to make it possible.
One explosion after another ripped through Alliance B's army, tearing their formation apart and leaving a trail of carnage. Countless soldiers fell. Some slain instantly, others writhing in agony from their wounds.
Those who survived the blasts were hardly better off. Their strength was spent, their stamina and energy drained to nothing after the brutal struggle against the Raid Monster.
Just as he had promised Luna. Atlas would defeat Alliance B.
