World War Zero: Iron Storm -

But for every machine the Allies downed, two more marched out of the haze. This was the horror of the Iron Storm: an endless assembly line of destruction.

"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress." World War Zero: Iron Storm

"Hold the line," Thorne commanded, his voice raspy from inhaling coal dust. "If we break formation, the Prussian Walkers will tear the infantry to ribbons." But for every machine the Allies downed, two

"They’re deploying the ‘Cloud-Eaters’!" a lookout yelled. "We aren't a ship anymore

As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays washing over the armor, Thorne stood atop the Leviathan . He wasn't just a soldier; he was a component in the greatest machine ever built. The Iron Storm raged on, but the line would hold—even if it had to turn into a monument of rust to do it.

The shockwave shattered the glass in the command deck. Outside, the world turned into a kaleidoscope of fire and iron. A Prussian Walker took a direct hit, its hydraulic legs buckling as it collapsed into a crater, venting high-pressure steam that cooked its crew instantly.

Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw the signal. They didn't retreat. Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their iron plating and welding their hulls together in a desperate, makeshift wall of steel.