Above the Winterhold Fortress Cluster, shrouded beneath a bizarre starry sky, several gray-painted Dragon Rider Aircraft cruised slowly under cover of night. Dim rune-glows flickered at several points along their hulls, blending with the stars in the sky behind them and making this reconnaissance squad as difficult to detect as ghosts swimming through the night.
One aircraft cautiously descended. The crystal device mounted beneath its side glimmered faintly as precisely calibrated mechanical devices aimed toward the distant land below. The crystal's surface reflected the blazing battlefield in the distance.
The Iron-Gray Giant was trampling the last line of defense at the foot of the mountain. Its immense, awe-inspiring body was already covered in wounds, and great rust-colored clouds billowed from the gaps in its armor, tangling with the lava flowing across the ground and the Magic Turbulence surging through the air to form a vast structure like a cloak. Draped behind the giant, it turned all land in its path into scorched earth.
The images monitored by the aerial reconnaissance aircraft were transmitted to the rear through high-power Magic Net Hubs positioned along the battlefield's edge and temporary relay nodes carried by the ground troops. After crossing the long front line, they were finally displayed before Gawain.
Winterwolf Fortress, command center. Gawain and the other commanders stood before a large sand-table apparatus and Magic Net projections. The sounds transmitted from the distant battlefield were distorted and accompanied by crackling static. "...It can be observed that the God of War has suffered considerable injuries... but not enough to halt His movements. Typhon's ground units have suffered devastating losses and have been pushed back to Winterhold's final line of defense. Our ground troops have also been affected, but the main formations remain intact."
"It seems the God of War really was enraged