It has been a full three hours since the complete collapse of Zone 17.
A light screen lit up in the dim room, projecting a swath of crimson.
It was a black tsunami of nearly ten thousand Magical Beasts.
Without the small breakwater that was Zone 17, the torrent became like poisoned water from a breached dam. It swept up the territory's native Magical Beasts, pouring down across the varied terrain.
The vast majority of them were drawn to the Forged Fire Fortress, roaring as they surged eastward.
But on the tactical map, a particularly dense red stream branched off. Like a shark that had smelled blood, it abruptly veered seventy degrees and plunged straight south.
Target: the northern flank of Zone 18.
[WARNING. Data received from northern reconnaissance nodes. Enemy cluster size: 2,145. Estimated time to contact: forty minutes.]
[High-energy reaction. Red high-risk unit detected at the front of the target formation. Peak Magic Power: 4,800.]
The optical feed zoomed in.
