Up in the Void, Red watched the telemetry on his secondary monitor flash with critical warnings. The localized vassal channel was devolving into absolute chaos.
"Our vanguard is gone!" the Rank 10 War God shouted, his digital avatar gripped by sheer terror. "They're walking right through us! Our magic isn't scratching them!"
Red rested his chin on his knuckles, his calculating eyes tracking the four descended gods on his primary screen. In less than sixty seconds, they had completely halted the momentum of a multi-million-unit army.
The numerical advantage meant absolutely nothing when faced with the concentrated, localized density of four system-breaking anomalies. Their inherited traits and divine stats were simply too high for mortal units to overcome.
They were carving a path straight through the vassal army, walking directly toward the retracted steel bridges of the Continental Moat.
