Ink-black darkness stained the far reaches of the sky.
Shadows covered the northern lands of the Land of Chasing the Sun.
Piercing whistles drew closer from afar, finally becoming a continuous roar of impacts against the earth.
Spatial Beacon Spears drove into the soil one after another. Deep blue light emerged from their shattered shafts, tearing space apart.
Amid the torrential rain, the Mechanical Legion's basic war units poured out in a frenzy, as though multiplying through fission.
They soon gathered into an ever-swelling tide of steel, advancing toward the heart of the Land of Chasing the Sun.
Along the way, the dense stands of dead trees were swallowed the instant they touched the steel torrent, reduced to fragments that vanished into the flood of metal.
Traces of player activity were steadily erased in the process as well.
A player had driven a Stonefang Beast deep into a crevice and was about to throw the spear in his hand.
Suddenly, he heard a piercing whistle cutting through the air. He turned in astonishment, his pupils reflecting the cold mechanical monsters surging toward him.
The next second, he and his prey were swallowed by the rushing waves of metal.
Farther away, three players sat around a campfire beneath an ancient tree.
Fragrant beast meat roasted over the fire, and one of them raised a wine cup with a smile.
Just then, a shadow abruptly covered his cheerful face.
Before he could even look up, a Beacon Spear fell with a shriek.
Squelch!
After that soft sound, the Spatial Beacon Spear had pinned him dead to the ground.
The shock wave overturned the campfire, scattering sparks and chunks of meat. His companions' expressions froze in horror before more falling black spears and the mechanical war units following close behind swallowed them too.