"The Sovereign demands absolute control over this continent before we invade the next," Iron-Scale announced. He drove a star-iron dagger directly into a cluster of red markers on the map. "We will systematically dismantle every Fourth Continent base, outpost, and supply depot remaining in the Sea of Glass."
He pulled the dagger free and pointed the blade toward Krax.
"Take fifty thousand heavy infantry and the Kingdom Knights," Iron-Scale commanded. "March south. The map indicates three major surface fortresses harvesting iron from the mesas. Shatter their walls and burn their siege weapons."
Krax grinned, gripping his Ley-Crystal greataxe. "They will be dust by tomorrow."
Iron-Scale turned toward Gulag. "Aethelgard buried their magical artillery bunkers deep beneath the northern dunes to avoid the sun. Take the Troglodyte sappers. Collapse their ceilings and bury them alive."
Gulag cracked her neck. "I will turn their bunkers into tombs."
