The world along the Northveil coastline suddenly lost its voice. In the midst of the raging blizzard, an oppressive, deathly silence enveloped the surface of the sea for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. Far in the distance, atop the massive deck of the super-dreadnought The Emperor, two gargantuan barrels known as the Dual-Railguns had reached their energy saturation point. A fierce, electric-blue luminescence thrummed along their electromagnetic rails, creating a visible distortion in the air that caused the surrounding snowflakes to evaporate into glowing plasma in an instant.
This was not a conventional steam cannon. It was the absolute pinnacle of non-magical kinetic destruction—a testament to the Iron Empire's cold, industrial perfection.
"Everyone... GET DOWN!" Lucian's roar tore through the frontline, but his voice was instantly swallowed by the sharp, terrifying "crack" of an electromagnetic discharge that seemed to split the very atmosphere.
