Extinction (Certain Death)

[Nailman]

> Activation sequence initiated
> Heating Core
> Calibrating Cannons
> Hydraulic Systems prepared

Once, forged to be the city's final defense. To be the bastion that would protect the home of great minds against the insane, greedy and lost in their own selfish desires, that sought to bring end to the city within the dunes. Now, activated at a time when not only Frontier is at risk, but Meranthe as a whole.

Once forged to be the city's final defense, a bastion to protect the home of great minds against the insane, the greedy, and all those lost in their own selfish desires that sought to bring the end to the city within the dunes.

Now it is activated once more, the numerous generators whir to provide power to a defender that is no longer just the Frontier's, but Meranthe's as a whole.

> Gates opened
> Target Matrix updated
> Preparations completed
> AT-1-CM (Designation: Titan Animunculi - Combat Model) inbound

For now, the time has come to rid this world of the scum that seeks to bring an end to everything that was created. It is time to use what has been stored for years, for a greater purpose, and to ensure the future of the magitech. Of the progress that humankind has made along the years.

By exterminating every single demon and their followers.

For they if they wish to bring our end, they shall endure the might of science!
And everyone shall hear the rumbling of our creation.

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The Titan, along with everything else, is kept at the entrance to the Frontier's Vault. Bombs are settled on the surrounding area, mines and the like - The bridges that lead around Final Frontier are demolished, and the very ground rumbles in anticipation to the upcoming combat. In a frigid night, a series of explosions come, and the continent itself is bombarded; All the way until the very ground breaks apart. A piece of it unto the ocean, swallowed by the rising tides - And another piece unto the never-ending chasm to the west. Something says that it is not the last of these bombardments to be seen, yet.

A large enough force of them cannot swim or fly, it's reasoned; Otherwise they'd likely have faced Dal'thala as well. So, the plan takes its full proportion there - While the demons are in larger number, no matter what, they can still keep some degree of equality by simply forcing them into the narrow hallways between buildings - Or worse, deep in the Vault, where the earth itself and the magically inert walls protects them. To stray from the hallways would be to give in to the chasm itself.

And there, the Western Front makes its stand.

Serenity, Dragon's Nest, Midpoint and Final Frontier stand with their armies inside the halls of the Institute. Hordes upon hordes of robots prepare to fight back; And serve as a metallic shield to the lives of their magi.

GLORY TO THE INSTITUTE.
GLORY TO THE WESTERN FRONT.
IF WE MUST DIE, WE DIE AS HEROES.