Alaric's head was spinning; the amount of effort he put into building his new nation was suddenly spiraling and collapsing in on itself. His mech and airship pilots didn't have nearly the experience the pilots had from the opposing nations. His automatons were weak compared to the stronger soldiers wearing more powerful exosuits, despite their great numbers.
From his vantage point in the air, he could see his human forces starting to flee from the back of his lines. Their morale dropped after the destruction that devastated them in the first wave and seeing the remaining forces charging forward.
Alaric gritted his teeth, he needed to do something, and he needed to do it quickly. After a quick assessment, he could see that most of his forces were still intact, and their behemoth airship was damaged but still flying.
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