The initial collapse of the legion's network was only a temporary setback for the ancient military system. Before the party could press their advantage, the ambient red light in the chamber turned into a blinding, flashing crimson. The heavy, grinding cogs of the foundry suddenly accelerated, howling as the steam pressure spiked to dangerous levels.
The deactivated loops in the constructs didn't shut them down—they reset. The automated legion snapped back into synchronization, their internal engines roaring with an escalated, hyper charged output forced by the unseen Marshal.
This wasn't going to be a quick sweep. The battlefield instantly transformed into a chaotic, multi tiered war zone, forcing Marrowin's party to display exactly why they were a legendary, highly coordinated unit, pushing Johnn to his absolute limits to keep pace.
