"Hmm? What's happening down there?" The enemy legion's general, known as Corvac, sprang up from his seat.
He had dispatched the Mumaks to clear out the enemy units that caused the debacle of an entire regiment, but the tanks and their monstrous mounts had stopped moving. He had a bad feeling when this troop had survived their initial charge, but now he was certain something was amiss.
"Foreigners!" His pupils dilated in realization, recalling the instructions he had received that morning.
The imposing guard, who had returned to his side immediately after delivering the general's order, had come to the same conclusion. His gleaming armor, adorned in gold and silver, did little to inspire confidence.
"General," he addressed solemnly. "The Celestial has ordered us to fight defensively if a high-ranking Player, as they call themselves, appears. Ranks 17 and 16, and some Ranks 15 and 14 pose a danger even to a Saint, let alone peak Radiant Lords like us."
