On the battlefield, a stalemate often favors the stronger side.
Every one of the Gray Swamp Lord's thrashing movements sent tremors through the ground, making the soldiers on the cliffside tremble in fear.
The three main steel cables attached to the "Storm's Eye" crossbow bolts were stretched taut, groaning as if they might snap at any moment.
Winch three on the right is overheating! Cracks in the rock base! Prepare to switch to the backup anchor point!
Cool down the winch! Hurry! Use the coolant!
The Magic Array's Energy Crystal Stone consumption is ten percent above projections! Switching to energy sequence two!
The reports from various units, relayed through the mental matrix, made the tension on the battlefield palpable.
Even as they scrambled to their tasks, everyone's eyes were instinctively glued to the chains binding the Gray Swamp Lord.
They knew all too well that these steel cables were their true lifeline.
