Game Time AM 11:54
Accompanied by deafening roars, every minute and every second a large number of mutants were thrown high into the air by an unparalleled impact force, then they returned to the ground in several batches, acquiring a flavor and color that varied from thirty to sixty percent ripeness.
A vast number of Blast Crystals buried just beneath a thin layer of soil claimed countless heads in an instant. These byproducts of an alchemist's experimental error were extremely volatile, reacting explosively to even the slightest stimulation, unleashing shockwaves laden with enormous heat. Their lethality was on par with a novice mage who had held a fire explosion spell for two and a half minutes. They formed the first fundamental line of defense in enemy contact zone zero, colloquially known as the 'first line,' and officially as the minefield.
