Above the fortress island of Citrus, over a dozen steel behemoths soared like a guillotine awaiting to descend upon its sinner. The bombardment had long ended, yet there was nothing but rubble that filled the expanse of what was supposed to be the town of Citrus. The bombing brought decimation, but unfortunately, it wasn't the end of the onslaught.
Steel Walkers.
It was the name given by the soldiers and guards that had survived the bombardment. These angels of death had descended from the behemoths that drifted across the blue skies. They stood like giants and wielded weapons of ruthless destruction. Whether it'd be cannons, artillery, or guns. Fighting against these abominations of steel was all for naught.
"Take cover!"
*BOOM!!!*
