The acrid smell of burnt metal wafted through the air, the result of the supreme commanders' essence attacks tearing through the tower's defenses. The kinetic projectiles and energy beams had initially pushed them back, keeping them off balance, but they quickly adapted. Like titans of old, each of their movements bore an intimidating weight and precision, effortlessly unleashing essence waves that melted the cannons and turned the protective barriers into little more than shimmering mirages.
As the last of the tower's external defenses crumbled, a dread silence took over. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The charred battleground stood testament to the might of the battle that had just occurred. Wisps of smoke spiraled into the sky, joining the dense clouds overhead.
