"The Southern Gate of the Capital is fortified like an imperial fortress preparing for a planetary invasion," Sir Owen observed from the carriage window, watching the morning mist rise over the deep defensive moat.
"Five hundred Praetorian guards and forty armored battle mechs have formed an interlocking firing line across the drawbridge," Vasa reported, analyzing the defensive perimeter on her glowing slate screen.
"Look at the massive Gatling cannons mounted along the upper ramparts," Jax noted through the encrypted comm link from his forward surveillance perch atop the clock tower.
"Every barrel is loaded with depleted uranium rounds designed to punch through S-Rank mana shields," Ava warned, her sniper scope trained on the gunners stationed along the crenellations.
"And they have twelve reinforced laser emitters charging on the secondary bastions," Serian added from the mobile command van stationed three streets back in the outer district.
