The silent frontline was shrouded in a somber stillness, with the trenches etched into the earth resembling unsheathed blades.
The Alliance took only five days to completely encircle Yavente City with trenches, cutting off all possible tunnels leading to the outside world.
The Southern Legion soldiers at the frontline witnessed with their own eyes the engineering machines, equipped with tracks on both sides and half-human-height drill heads, digging into the ground amidst the earth-shaking rumbles, and "pulling" the trenches out right under their noses as if defecating.
Now the Alliance soldiers had gradually taken their positions, and the sound of artillery echoed like increasingly urgent drum beats.
Without any surprises...
This would be the final battle.
Quincy's heart held no fear, no terror, instead it held a hint of relief.
