Gustav vibrated. Literally.
Its metallic structure began emitting a deep, resonant hum. The cannon's barrel rose, casting a looming shadow across the jagged terrain of Azure, while the sky itself seemed to darken, as if recoiling from the imminent display of power.
On the side of its body, several sections slid open, revealing intricate mechanisms pulsing with energy.
Ten missiles were hoisted onto the shoulders of skeletal colossi, now far more numerous than before.
The missiles were the same size as the previous one, but the runes glowing upon them carried different meanings. They were no longer designed merely to stun.
The goal was clear: to demonstrate dominance, to force the enemies into submission, and to humiliate them.
Jeremy crossed his arms, his dark eyes glinting with a predatory anticipation, a faint smirk curling his lips as he relished the chaos about to unfold. He couldn't wait to see what would happen.
