Outside the forest, on a dry plain of dead earth suitable for neither farming nor growth, the empire's army stands ready for battle.
"Hurry, move the generators and align them!"
"Prepare the anti-magic Field!"
"Those inferior bastards will be crushed under our Empires mighty feet!"
Meanwhile, the allied forces of Silvara and Arachneas stand atop a beautiful wall created to protect the forest. The stone was resistant to magic, yet not perfect, with many places where the defence became thin due to the lack of numbers.
'What are those strange machines...?' Asura thought to himself while assisting in reinforcing the wall's barrier to resist the distant catapults and trebuchet that would arrive within the next twenty-four hours.
"Ignis, Lucia, what did the scouting reports say? Do the dwarves recognised the enemies weapons?"
Ignis rushed to his side and knelt on one knee while pressing one arm across her chest.
