[Ding!]
[Initiating forced deceleration.]
The world outside the train suddenly turned into a violent blur.
Stopping a massive, heavily armored convoy moving at Mach 2 was not a delicate process. It was a brutal fight against the laws of physics.
Arthur gripped the edges of the control console tightly as the system executed his command.
"SCREEEEECH!"
The sound was apocalyptic. The massive, hyper-magnetic brakes of the Iron Convoy slammed down onto the frictionless rails. The sheer kinetic friction generated a shockwave of heat that instantly turned the air outside the train into a blurry haze of rippling distortion.
A localized earthquake ripped through the desert. The metal floor of the engine cabin violently buckled and groaned under Arthur's boots. He gritted his teeth, his dense muscles straining just to stay standing as the G-force tried to hurl him through the front windshield.
