The explosion was silent. Then reality folded inward. For one disorienting second, Kane saw three skies superimposed: a star-filled night, a nuclear sunset, and a clear blue day. When his vision cleared, the Cathedral was a crater. And standing in its center, unharmed, was a young woman in a white tunic, holding a tablet of clay.
Three days later, Kane led a strike force to the island of New Georgia. The Grigori had established a Cathedral-Forge there, a twisted structure that melded Gothic arches with assembly lines. Inside, they were retrofitting medieval trebuchets with explosive shells. A ridiculous sight—until one punched a hole through a destroyer five miles offshore. Empire Earth II
“They’re hitting the oil fields in Borneo again,” said Commander Elena Rostova, her Russian-accented English clipped and cold. “If we lose those, our mechanized divisions are walking.” The explosion was silent
This war wasn’t about territory. It was about time itself . When his vision cleared, the Cathedral was a crater