Chapter 123: The Iron Leviathan
The heavy, nano-composite doors of the Iron Leviathan sealed shut with a low, hydraulic hiss.
VWÜÜÜM.
The floor vibrated slightly as the colossal train's anti-gravity thrusters engaged. The mag-lev engine roared to life, propelling the armored fortress out of Bastion Seven's central hub and into the Miasma-choked wasteland.
Inside the Vanguard Ambassador VIP Lounge, the atmosphere was completely detached from the apocalyptic world outside.
The interior was a masterpiece of advanced Vanguard sci-fi engineering. The walls were lined with sleek, matte-black metallic paneling accented by soft, glowing blue hard-light strips.
Instead of standard windows, the entire right side of the carriage featured a panoramic, reinforced mana-glass display. It offered a crystal-clear view of the desolate, gray Wildlands rushing past at hundreds of miles per hour.
