As Murphy and his men gathered in the Deep Red Wilderness, on the other side of the Iron Ridge Mountain Range, Blackstone Fortress was enduring the most brutal and unprecedented assault since the war began.
The meat grinder of war was already running at full speed.
The dark, lightless sky was cast in an eerie, dark red glow by the battlefield below.
The enormous Plane Passage near Eagle's Beak Peak, like a festering wound, continuously spewed forth ever-denser Chaotic Energy and a seemingly endless torrent of monsters.
This time, the creatures pouring forth were no longer merely the low-tier, non-Extraordinary beings that had conducted scattered raids.
Instead, there were Giant Earth Rock Worms, like mobile hills. Their bodies were over five meters in diameter and nearly fifty meters long. The ground shook wherever they passed. From their maws, they spat a viscous, dark-red torrent as thick as magma—a stream so hot it could instantly vaporize steel!
