The morning sun cast long industrial shadows across the iron tracks of the Ironvale central freight depot as the fifty-car sovereign convoy roared along the main terminal line.
"Look at the fortified barricades they erected across the switching throat," Kendra shouted from the front catwalk, her defensive shield pulsing with radiant gold mana.
"Holt deployed four dual-barrel rail cannons along the elevated crane towers," Jax yelled back, checking the targeting vectors on his magitech launcher.
"They are loading armor-piercing high-explosive shells into the firing breeches," Diana reported from her perch atop car three, drawing three frost arrows onto her bowstring.
"Can the front engine plating withstand direct artillery impacts at this distance?" Yeda asked, her twin blades humming with dark enchantment.
"The physical plating would buckle, but Kendra's sovereign barrier will absorb the primary concussion," Nox replied, stepping out beside Kendra on the cowcatcher.
