The forest was a mesh of cannon fire and machine guns rattling off their rounds. All of 6-8's AT-4 stockpile had been used, and the tanks were running low on ammo. Eric had had the paladins retreat. They couldn't afford to lose any more Artillery rounds.
Eric looked up, his face dark with anger and disbelief.
The Ark still flew.
It was no longer causing him extreme pain, and those in the formation with strong mana sense had finally been able to join the fight.
Eric watched Jessica fire from her new weapon. Riemskin engineers had designed her a hand cannon of sorts. It could fire mana bullets, or ammunition made from Jonny's warehouse.
She was taking shot after shot with her mana, her face growing more pale with every shot.
Eric ran over. "Alright!" He yelled in her ear, trying to be heard over the symphony of explosions. "Do not fire any more mana rounds. Your face is pale."
