*BAM!!!*
In the fringes of the northern port, several Arcanum Engines were deeply entrenched into the ground akin to fortresses and blasted whatever stood in front of them. These siege guns were the final defenses of the northern port, and they were being shoved back by the relentless steel walkers that had surrounded the entirety of the northern port.
Time was ticking for what remained of the armies.
Half a kilometer away from the fringes of the northern port, a squadron of Assault MECHs calmly observed the defense line of Arcanum Engines that protected the last fortress of the Colonial Dominions. It was the final chess piece, the cornered king. There was nothing left that they could utilized. No ships, no armies, no air support, and no reinforcements. They were all alone.
And death was creeping in to consume them all.
