From above, the Winterhold Fortress Cluster and the narrow stretch of plain west of it had become like a boiling sea of light—
Hundreds of thousands of Supernatural Beings were stationed in countless camps of varying sizes. This vast cluster of camps formed an unimaginable giant mana network. Surging magic power flowed across the broad earth, continually converging on more than a dozen high points around the Winterhold Fortress Cluster. Pillars of light connecting heaven and earth rose from the mountaintops, and every flash of light sent powerful spheres of radiance raining down from the sky;
Cecil's armored tide was advancing toward the eastern front. Several Armored Trains moved along the tracks, while tank formations and all kinds of light and medium war chariots crushed the winter-dried earth. Great guns roared amid the billowing smoke and dust, dense flashes rising and falling like waves along the leading edge of that "iron tide." Shells and energy beams wove together into a net of fire, pouring down upon the distant plains;
A towering giant, like a small mountain, trudged across the earth, advancing relentlessly into the overwhelming ancient forbidden spells and modern artillery fire. Even in its weakened state, the body of a god was powerful and resilient enough to drive one to despair when faced with the furious attacks of mortals—the firepower poured upon it by two great empires using the strength of their entire nations had successfully inflicted continuous damage, yet the giant's pace showed no sign of slowing. It marched like an undefeated knight, constantly destroying every defensive line before it, or taking up its Greatbow and annihilating every "insect" that dared harm it.
Inside the War Citizen Armored Train, the roar of cannon fire passed through the barriers and into the carriage. Low, rolling thunder echoed throughout the