Aircraft Crash (First Update)

The three Helicarriers opened fire simultaneously. Scalding shells carved bright trails through the heavy clouds, revealing the starlight hidden behind the storm clouds. Before the deafening cannon fire reached the lighthouse, violent explosions erupted across the sea. Vast quantities of seawater evaporated into dense white mist, then were instantly vaporized into steam by the expanding flames. Orange-red fire shot into the sky, swallowing the enormous gray-white Giant Worm. Agent Victoria Hand immediately ordered all firepower to be directed into that misty cloud of steam while the main guns cooled—autocannons, rockets, even the latest plasma cannons—all intended to grind the monster down into its smallest atoms. At the same time, Assault Transports loaded with ammunition took off from the hangars and launched their missiles and shells into that stretch of sea.

The storm clouds were shattered by explosions that rang across the entire sea, and a circular patch of clear, starry sky cast moonlight onto the water. Gunpowder replaced thunder, and even the ceaselessly rolling waves shrank as enormous amounts of seawater evaporated. Even Yarmouth could clearly see the light illuminating the sky. The overwhelming firepower made the agents on the bridge forget their earlier terror, forget those cowards who had been executed. They stood, cheered, embraced one another, and celebrated the might of human ingenuity for crushing monsters that human thought could barely comprehend and that could so easily shatter sanity. Even the Arcanists of Kamar-Taj rejoiced at this victory.

Wanda covered her ears tightly and curled up against the unending explosions. Although both her physical and spiritual sight were sealed by a blindfold embroidered with golden runes, her senses still fed back two entangled, destructive auras ahead of her, along with the remnants of madness letting out silent wails. If she lifted the blindfold, she would see just how