Dim light beneath the dome filled every inch of the world.
There was no sunlight, no artificial light.
Only the intense flashes produced by explosions, along with crisscrossing laser beams and plasma cannons.
They flickered into existence now and then, vanishing in an instant.
Deafening explosions and roars rose and fell without end, sweeping across the battlefield.
There was only metal and machinery here.
A vast copper-red earth, titanium-gray megastructures, and an endless silver-white sky.
Hundreds of millions of mechanical troops from two sides, each with vastly different designs, were locked in fierce combat within a shifting, trembling steel labyrinth.
As far as the eye could see, burning mechanical wreckage lay everywhere.
Molten liquid metal rained down like droplets, while the sounds of machines smashing against one another rang out without pause.
Compared to the war here, the minor commotion outside was hardly worth mentioning.
The difference in scale was simply too enormous.
Because this was the world of networks, the digital dimension.
A strong artificial intelligence performed calculations by the quintillions every second.
The scenes before them, those machines, were actually manifestations created by both sides during their clash.
Mauss's primary consciousness stood before a planetary engine spewing a blue pillar of light.
Countless figures streamed out in an endless flow, throwing themselves into the brutal battles raging in every direction.
Among them were naval officers wearing Coats of Justice, and ninjas in coats with kunai clenched in both hands.
There were Pseudo-Divine Soldiers transformed into all manner of mythical creatures, as well as enormous Giant warriors.
Anything that existed under the World Government, including ancient dragons, Tailed Beasts, and magical beasts, could be found here.
Yet all of them bore obvious mechanical traits.
They were utterly lifeless and expressionless, devoid of reason. All they possessed was the instinct