World War Zero: Iron Storm 💎

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.

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. 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." As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays

"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!" Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw