The Shattered Plains lived up to their name.
The orbital drop of the Titans had caused a localized earthquake.
Deep jagged fissures tore through the dry earth. The air was choked with thick dust and the panicked trumpeting of the surviving War-Behemoths.
Lord Vorian staggered to his feet. His heavy iron-gray armor was caked in dirt. He stared up at the twenty-meter-tall golden machine standing directly in front of him.
The Titan did not move. Its massive broadsword rested lightly on its shoulder. Its glowing blue visor looked down at the trembling noble with emotionless mechanical judgment.
"They are made of Star-Metal," Vorian gasped, his voice cracking with sheer disbelief. "He dropped them from the sky like stones."
The Ivory Legion was entirely broken!
The thousand mammoth-class elephants had been charging at full speed. When the Titans hit the ground, the vanguard of the elephant charge collided directly with the indestructible metal frames of the mechs.
