The sunken marshland of the eastern basin had been transformed into a stagnant, suffocating nightmare. The torrential monsoon rains continued to beat down upon the churning expanse of black fluid that had flooded the lower trenches days prior. The liquid was not ordinary water. It was a terrifying, hyper-dense concoction engineered by the Rising Sun Empire, blending the crushing physical weight of a single droplet of Heavenly Water with dissolved Abyssal River-Steel dust and profound Yin-Frost lotuses. The initial flood had relied entirely upon raw, overwhelming physical mass to batter the mercenary lines into submission, but General Tokugawa was far too brilliant a strategist to rely on a single, blunt instrument.
