"The first game for today shall be… Capture The Flag!!!"
[Rumble!]
Sentras roared from the majestic flying machine, floating in the white sky, covered by the heavy snow. The trees rose from the frost-covered grounds like thrown spears, broadcasting the amount of control Sentras willed over the land, both insurmountable and highly—unnerving.
The marching band slowly turned to golden particles of light that merged with the snowy breeze. The screens levitated into the air and exploded in size with each monumental distance they crossed.
The snow-covered mountains transmuted into cosmically-sized globes that soared to the wintry skies akin to pebbles in a disaster-level earthquake. Numbering thirteen as they circulated the land with an uncanny symphony.
[Rim!]
A sapphire linear stream of light shot out of the spherical construction and onto the ground with a force comparable to nuclear bombs.
