VROOOOM! Brooom!
The guttural, mechanical roar of the generator starting echoed through the entirety of the field, a sound so alien and powerful it seemed to shake the very bones of those standing nearby.
People watched in awe and terror as the iron beast roared to life.
The external fuel tanks flared with controlled, rhythmic bursts of flame every time a precise measure of the refined Diesel was injected into the chambers.
The heavy iron rails turned the massive cylinders, forcing them to pump with a violence that would have shattered normal steel.
Inside the dynamo cage, the high-rank Thunder Core spun at supersonic speeds. It whined, a high-pitched scream of agitated magic, until—CRACK!—visible arcs of blue lightning began to spark at the far end of the machine, dancing wildly into the copper coils.
It was working. The beast was awake.
