Inside the control room, blinding red lights flashed madly, and the shrill blare of sirens merged into a continuous wail. On the light screen, the blue dots representing allied forces were winking out in massive swaths, falling like a cascading waterfall.
At the frontlines, steel and flesh ground against each other in a brutal meat grinder, with wreckage piling up into mountains. Allen's twelve newly deployed PX-1B main battle Golems were like fragile toys before the overwhelming sea of modified Magical Beasts.
A giant crocodile clamped its jaws onto the waist of a PX-1B. Its metallic fangs vibrated at high speed, and with a teeth-setting SCREECH of tearing metal, the Golem was bitten in half. Its Energy Storage burst into a blinding ball of blue fire.
