What kind of weapon was that? What principle did it operate on? What was that phenomenon that seemed to tear space apart? And what was that energy that violently shook the entire impact zone, even severing the psychic links between the Aberrant hordes?
Countless questions flooded the minds of Masellus and every conscious "commander" around him. Yet at this moment, they had no leisure to ponder such "academic questions." Only one fact violently shattered everything they thought they knew:
The Cecilians, who had fielded an entire Aerial Fortress formation, had still been hiding a dagger up their sleeve. They possessed some immensely powerful weapon with an astonishing range—something that could fire from Crimson Jade City all the way to Wolf Ridge Mountain! It traveled many times faster than sound, and its power could flatten a mountaintop in one strike!
Masellus turned and ran. The treant priests he had brought to help command the Aberrant horde turned and ran as well. A mass of twisted, grotesque treants fled wildly across the scorched mountain, a scene bizarre beyond belief. Behind them, the wandering Aberrants and giant beasts received orders at the same time. They began moving erratically in every direction, creating vast clouds of smoke, heat sources, and Magic Reactions to interfere with Cecilian observation and targeting—at least in theory, it should have worked.
At the same time, aboard the Dawn of the Mortal World Sky Fortress hovering above Crimson Jade City, a factory-like building at the edge of the fortress was brightly lit. Brilliant Magic Crystal Street Lamps and work lights illuminated the rectangular structure's outer walls. Mechanical "wings," resembling Magic-infused Wing Panels, had unfolded from its specially designed sloping roof and side walls. Complex mechanical devices extended from within the building, ending in precisely arranged Rune Boards. Enormous amounts of