The roar of the Rainbow Main Cannon and Magic Cannons gradually subsided at last, and the vibrations caused by the Power Spine's high-load mode quickly faded as the load decreased. Inside the heavily armored carriages of the Iron Throne—Jörmungandr, the sounds of machinery operating normally and wheels crushing over the rails replaced the previous artillery fire.
Maryland left the command seat and came to a window on the side of the carriage. Through the reinforced crystal glass, he gazed toward the distant plains. Smoke and flames still rose along the horizon, while the earth scorched by Rainbow Rays glimmered with faint Red Light at the edge of his line of sight.
A moment later, the rumble of another train came from behind. The Iron Scepter, which had slowed to create a firing window and followed behind, gradually accelerated and caught up with Jörmungandr ahead. Before the two trains met, rhythmic lights flashed across their bodies, signaling that all was well.
"Air reconnaissance has found no large-scale enemy activity, and onboard sensors have detected no abnormal Magic Fluctuations," a technician reported loudly from behind the communications console. "The escort train requests permission to accelerate and confirm the conditions of the track ahead."
"Granted." Maryland nodded. "Tell the boys and girls on that train to keep their eyes open. Watch out for Typhonian sabotage on the railway—they've learned to place Arcane Neutralizers and passively triggered large bombs beside the tracks."
"Yes, General!"
Maryland nodded and turned his gaze back toward the eastern window. In the sky above, he saw two tiny black dots flash through the clouds, each trailing a faint halo of magic light.
They were the Dragon Rider reconnaissance squadron escorting Jörmungandr. This aerial force protected the frontline railways while also scouting enemy movements around Winterhold and carrying out bombing