BOOM!
The cobblestones of the Royal Plaza didn't just crack; they erupted.
It was as if a volcano had opened up beneath the feet of the Iron Legion. Dust, debris, and steam blinded the front ranks of the Regent's army.
And from that cloud of chaos, a metal hand the size of a carriage punched through the street.
CLANG-HISS.
A massive, black steel giant hauled itself out of the sewer system. It stood twelve feet tall, its hydraulic pistons hissing steam, its shoulder plates painted with the crest of the Twin Hammers.
The Ironclad Exo-Suit (Commander Type).
Inside the cockpit, General Thorgar grinned, his hands gripping the control levers.
"IRONCLAN!" Thorgar's voice roared over the suit's amplifiers, shaking the windows of the palace. "PURGE THE TRAITORS!"
He swung a hydraulic fist.
SMASH!
Five Iron Legionnaires were flattened instantly, their armor crumpling like tin cans against the sheer torque of the Exo-Suit.
Behind Thorgar, the ground exploded twenty-nine more times.
