The speeding army raced forward along the flat road.
Armored vehicles clustered densely together, slowly advancing between towering buildings.
Even though the vehicles ahead, affected by the deafening explosions, began scattering in retreat, some were abandoned directly on the road, slowing the army's progress.
"City roads are far narrower than the wilderness; our mobility is hard to deploy here."
A voice quickly spoke from within the depths of the army.
"As per the original plan, all mechs from the first to third battalions will follow me directly. We'll move through the city skies straight to the Crown District. Time is running out for us. That cunning, treacherous Christos won't necessarily surrender easily."