The Demon Legion surged forward like an unstoppable crimson tide.
Sargeras took a step.
BOOM!
The earth groaned in agony beneath His feet. Bottomless rifts spiderwebbed in all directions from His point of impact. Though His movements appeared sluggish, each stride covered hundreds of meters. He trampled the scorched earth, marching straight toward Cybertron.
As He walked upon the land, mountains and rivers cleaved open before Him, and the sky trembled in His presence. His objective was clear: destroy the source endlessly churning out these steel constructs, and crush the Morning Star Wizard cowering behind them.
"Is he coming for me?" Allen murmured, his eyes heavy with gravity as he sat in the Commander's seat. "Jarvis, report the estimated time of contact."
"Enemy vanguard legion estimated to enter main cannon range in four minutes and thirty seconds. Sargeras's main body estimated to arrive at the city walls in eleven minutes," Jarvis reported.
