In the three hours after initiating "radio silence," Allen used a massive amount of his stockpiled ammunition to bombard the Magical Beasts that had entered the territory.
After this firepower sweep, the sound of artillery fire in Zone 18 grew strangely sparse.
The harassing attacks along the border had been constant—small-scale, yet intensely oppressive. Now, they came to an abrupt halt, as if their source had been choked off by an invisible hand.
On the western and northern fronts, Magical Beasts still swarmed in, carried by the Beast Tide. However, both their scale and intensity had dropped to a level the Golem Legion could handle with ease. The coordinated tactical penetrations that precisely targeted weak points in the defense line were gone.
The air was still thick with the stench of sulfur and blood, but the chilling sensation of being watched by countless unseen eyes had vanished.
