Seratos's massive true form of steel and metal let out a mighty roar.
The roar was like a volcanic eruption, like a raging flood or tsunami.
For Seratos, the Eye of the Night's Veil was an awkward size—not too big, but not too small, either.
To force his way into the eye of the storm, he had to give it everything he had, straining with all his might to push aside the thick, sturdy Wind Barrier.
During that time, aside from a few extremely limited struggles, there was nothing he could do. He was just a punching bag stuck in the Wind Barrier, slowly wriggling and crawling forward.
Huff, huff, huff.
His metallic head, more than twenty meters in diameter, panted heavily.
Nearly an hour and a half had passed, and at last he had managed to squeeze a little less than half his head through the wind wall.
Sensing the dense tide of faith within the eye of the storm, surging in wave after wave, and the powerful aura of divine laws, the metal giant was utterly exhausted.
He needed a brief respite to catch his breath and gather strength for the more difficult challenge ahead.
Around the half of the giant head that had squeezed through the Wind Barrier, some fifty human scholars and several hundred metal war machines of varying sizes had gathered.
Under the scholars' direction, these purely metallic war machines, brimming with a violent aesthetic, were rapidly clearing a patch of ground amid the nearby Mother Nest vegetation. The towering plants crashed down with a series of roars, while small Mother Nest animals that failed to escape in time were trampled to death by the metal feet, their flesh and blood spraying everywhere.
The vast clearing would provide the medium the Natural Law scholars needed