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The chill of death was not a new feeling to the Deminaughts and Demiarchals that were present. Once before this same feeling crept over them, but stalled them none. The energy itself would let them know they were watched, but their stone presence remained unscathed. With no intention to stop, they ignored the chill and kept working. To take their souls would require them to lose their faith in themselves, which is something unlikely to happen any time soon.

An officer within the spire, "Prepare the defenses. Standard technology will not prevail here, so we have prepared Magi-Tech weaponry this time. It is time to unveil the next step in the process. Let the forces through."

With the words spoken, soldiers, mechs, and other large pieces of equipment for a war began to fill and cover the top of the spire. Large trucks with weaponry designed to release multiple shots at once took to the center of the spire top while smaller mounted weaponry took to the edges. While the previous forces used nuclear, these forces were equipped with Silver and Ectoplasmic weaponry; the two things that would actually have an effect.

As the defensive units were the main bearers of Silver, the same energy that tried to creep over the Deminaughts and Demiarchs would soon feel a pain itself, the natural effects of Silver on dark energies. After the main force of ground troops were present, the dome began to partially open above. Fighter ships burst from the portal and filled what the fifth circle had for a sky.

"Prepare for the initial strike! We will bomb this place till its master rises so that we can slay this horrible beast that torments these souls!" A commander spoke as the last of the fighter ships broke free.

In the mean time, the drills were going deeper and deeper into the creature that created these lands. There was more to this than just drilling, but for now, it was being kept under wraps and hopefully defended long enough to complete their mission.