War was on the verge of erupting!
Benjamin stood atop the cold metal platform of the third defensive node, his gaze blazing as he looked toward the end of the horizon.
That "Elemental Sea" formed of flame and magma was slowly yet resolutely crushing toward the wizards' defensive line with an unstoppable momentum.
The air was thick with the scorching stench of sulfur and coke. Beneath the advance of those trillion-ton monstrosities in the distance, the earth let out a low, rhythmic wail.
Thanks to the "Temporal Stability Anchor" installed within the node long ago, Benjamin did not feel himself being affected by that strange power of time.
The invisible ripples emitted by the anchor were like a sturdy dike, firmly locking down the surrounding space and the flow of time, creating an absolutely safe "pure land" for the wizards.
Yet from the dust floating in midair far away, refusing to fall for a long time, and from the bizarre distortion of light in that region, it was clear that the intelligence he had risked his life to bring back was indeed correct.
It was a moving Time Stagnation Domain. Any unprotected living being that stepped inside would instantly lose all ability to think or resist, becoming lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Roar—!" "Hiss—!"
Under the wizards' silent command, the grotesque and terrifying biochemical monsters outside the node swayed their malformed, massive bodies and let out chaotic, bloodthirsty roars.
Dragging their enormous bodies, they crowded around the node's perimeter like moving walls of flesh and blood, their murky, crazed eyes fixed firmly on the approaching tide of destruction in the distance.
This was a Cannon Fodder Legion forged from the wizards' wisdom and cruelty. Their fate was to buy even one precious second for the masters behind them in the coming collision.