Walls after walls suddenly appeared to take over the opening left behind by the previous long-range attack. They were flimsy compared to what Mountain made before, and the Macans didn't care. They didn't bother to care.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
The whitish-skinned beings plowed through the obstacle like it was nothing, their armor and their own strength helping them keep more than half of their momentum. Even the fire from the first line of walls didn't seem to bother them.
Davon remained unsurprised. He had already confirmed what his perception had felt, and he was sure he had not been the only one to do so.
The enemy was aiming for a crushing battle. Their front was composed of evolvers only below the gods clashing in the sky.
Davon gritted his teeth, rueing something once again, but this time the youth of their civilization despite its potential. But he didn't have the leisure to lament for too long, so he took a step forward:
"FIGHT!!!"
