A stalemate on the battlefield often favored the stronger side.
Every twist of the Lord of the Gray Swamp sent tremors through the ground, leaving the soldiers on the rock face trembling with fear.
The three main steel cables connected to the Eye of the Storm bolts had been stretched to their limits, creaking in anguish as though they might snap at any moment.
[Winch three on the right is overheating! Cracks have appeared in the rock beneath its base! Prepare to activate the Backup Anchor Point!]
[Cool the winch down! Hurry! Use the Coolant!]
[The Magic Array's Energy Crystal consumption is ten percent above projections! Switch to energy sequence two!]
The reports from each unit made the battlefield's tension tangible within the Mind Matrix.
Even as they worked, everyone kept instinctively watching the chains on the Lord of the Gray Swamp.
They all knew those steel cables were their true lifelines.
Everyone was waiting for the Wind Crossbows to be cocked again so they could reinforce the restraints before the giant python broke free.
The Knight's Longsword at Roland's waist was already halfway out of its sheath.
Everything before him confirmed his judgment.
Mortal ingenuity and creations were painfully fragile before the sheer vitality of a level five magical beast.
This plan had been walking a tightrope over disaster from the very beginning.
The immense beast's regenerative power was absurd.
The wounds left by the crossbow bolts healed before their eyes. Every bulge of its muscles made the winches groan under the crushing strain.
The War Machine Veylin had so painstakingly assembled was being worn down and dismantled, bit by bit.
Roland had already decided that he would act the moment the first steel cable snapped. He had to forcibly take Veylin away before the giant python's breath destroyed