The ground didn't just shake; it pulsed.
Every time the massive, treaded tracks of the Prime Forge bit into the earth, a shockwave of displaced mud and kinetic force rolled across the wasteland. It was a moving mountain of blackened durasteel, bristling with heavy artillery cannons and anti-aircraft batteries. It wasn't built for speed; it was built for absolute, unstoppable siege warfare.
"Through the gates! Move!" Dax roared over the deafening mechanical grind of the approaching leviathan.
We tore across the threshold of Coldwater’s industrial district, our heavy tires transitioning from the soft, bioluminescent mud of the jungle to the cracked, familiar asphalt of the city. Tank skidded his heavy trike into a defensive block across the main avenue, Captain Reyes vaulting off the back
