The damp autumn earth trembled beneath the synchronized footsteps of forty thousand heavy Soulless automata charging across the open grasslands.
From the forward trenches cut along the Great Highway, the kinetic barrier cannons forged at Molakwa unleashed their first coordinated defensive barrage.
Blinding beams of silver-white disruption energy arced through the gray mist, striking the advancing horde with catastrophic vibrational force.
Where the high-frequency pulses struck, the internal alchemical engines of hundreds of automata instantly shattered, causing entire front ranks to collapse into lifeless heaps of cold iron.
Yet the remaining legions never broke stride, climbing directly over the smoking wreckage of their fallen brethren without a single moment of hesitation.
They surged across the open field with terrifying mechanical velocity, brandishing serrated frost-steel broadswords and heavy alchemical cleavers.
