The gray skies finally couldn't hold it and wept, seemingly lamenting the deaths of countless creations beneath it.
Dying howls of helpless beasts forced to march to their deaths against their nature and will filled the air.
The soldiers of the Imperial Army also knew this, and a majority couldn't help but feel pity for the poor creatures, though there were undeniably some who lost too much.
Far too much…
Those people couldn't be any more delighted at the chilling cacophony of beastly demise.
'Die, all of you!'
...Was the only thought in their minds, laughing maniacally inside their heads as they fully gave in to the satisfying carnage.
The artillery squadrons fired, masterfully operating the Manatech weapons to destroy rows of Fell Beasts, though the stronger ones could only be taken out after three, four, or more volleys.
Hal and the Chaos Platoon observed for a few moments from their high position.
The artillery was lethal.
