The earth-shattering footsteps of the sixty-foot Rail Golem Behemoth shook the concrete foundation of Silo One as twin plumes of scalding steam vented from its armored shoulder exhausts.
"Look at the hydraulic pressure gauges on its primary hammer arm," Jax shouted from behind a concrete stanchion, pointing his diagnostic scanner toward the rotating mechanism.
"It is channeling over ten thousand tons of pneumatic force into that iron mallet," Diana called out from the crane gantry, keeping her frost arrow aimed at the glowing red optic.
"It wants to strike the central support pillar of the silo," Kendra warned, planting her shield firmly in the cracked pavement.
"If that pillar fractures, all one hundred thousand tons of wheat stored inside this tower will spill into the burning engine trenches," Boros yelled through the radio.
"We will not allow a single grain to be destroyed," Nox declared, his void blade humming with concentrated dark energy.
