[Location: The Surface – The Alliance Frontline (Dwarven Border)]
Time goes back a few minutes ago, and just as Isabelle and Damien were fighting off against the weeping sovereign
The war between the dwarves and the second prince was already at full swing
The sky was the color of a bruise, black smoke choking the sunrise, streaked with veins of purple void lightning.
The roar of battle was deafening.
BOOM.
In the distance, an Ironclad Mech was thrown through the air like a toy, crashing into the canyon wall.
Standing over it was an Ancient War Titan, its rune-cannon glowing with green death.
The Alliance was holding, but barely.
King Durin was a whirlwind of steel in the center of the fray, his warhammer smashing the skulls of Void Cultists with every swing.
Back-to-back with him stood Queen Aelinor, her staff weaving vines of thorns that strangled entire platoons of Imperial soldiers.
