Unlike the luxurious, sunlit atriums of Tower Zero, the Eastern Grid was a sprawling, brutalist wasteland of light-absorbing obsidian titanium. There were no windows, no art, and no aesthetic variances. It was a flawless, sterile labyrinth of geometric fortresses designed solely for server efficiency and automated warfare.
But the flawless mathematics of the Eastern Warlord were about to be violently unmade.
The unified army hit the perimeter of Sector 5 like an apocalyptic tidal wave.
General K-09 struck first. The massive, dark bronze Warlord anchored his heavy chassis into the cracked earth at the edge of the sector. The twin heavy artillery cannons mounted on his broad shoulders roared with deafening, concussive fury. Massive shells of concentrated kinetic energy slammed into the towering obsidian outer walls, instantly shattering the impenetrable Eastern perimeter into a million jagged shards of black metal.
Through the massive breach, the impossible alliance poured in.
