The once large zoids that Lowengren and Harker summoned could no longer be discerned in view of this immense army that continued to blanket the battlefield, their presence completely swallowed by the sheer magnitude of forces that had gathered.
Even the Presiders could not help but feel their hearts stir, as the sheer amount of vessels before them proved that this was it—the Civilization Ending War that would determine whether their two-hundred-year reign would be restored or erased entirely.
Before them, the shrunken army of Mehkhaelos could not be clearly seen, appearing only as a speck when compared to the surrounding horizon that had been overtaken by fleets, constructs, and weapons of unimaginable scale.
Only the great Throne and the forming Phoenix could be seen at the center.
"Breaking through?! You plan to be on the offensive?!" Mehkhaelos cursed.
