The building where Colonel Simon Wayali, chief of staff of the 38th Division, now stood had been destroyed by the Empire's high-altitude bombing half a month ago.
Six bombs had fallen in total. Five had cut off the building, which stood over a hundred meters tall, right on the spot. The last had dropped through the roof, smashed through forty floors, and reached the underground station hub before exploding.
Fortunately, everyone stationed inside had already evacuated. Only Simon Wayali, with his sharp senses, had stayed behind at the very top of the building, using an energy detector to track and record every heat source belonging to the enemy.
Then, the moment the Empire's bombs tore into the building, the powerful psyker snatched up the recorded data and leaped out through a top-floor window. He landed on the ground more than a hundred meters below in his heraldry mech, still tumbling awkwardly, but at least he wasn't hurt.
The last thing he saw before slipping away into the tunnels was the instant the tower behind him collapsed completely.
The building had been completed only a month before the war broke out. It was currently the tallest structure in Marshal Li Yuangele City, located in the harbor district on the edge of town.
If not for the war, the building could have become a landmark of this burgeoning city. Even setting aside its function as a city shield generator, it could have served as a lighthouse.
...Well, in this age, sea traffic certainly didn't need lighthouses to navigate. But when a historic city was founded, the atmosphere had to be just right.
So the building had been constructed as a scale replica of the legendary Lighthouse of Alexandria, even down to the rows of bronze statues erected around it. It had quite