"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!"
By 1912, the European front was a mangled graveyard of scorched earth and twisted metal. They called the latest offensive the . The Vanguard of Rust World War Zero: Iron Storm
Captain Elias Thorne stood in the conning tower of the Leviathan-7 , a landship the size of a city block. It moved on sixteen massive iron treads, churning the French mud into a black slurry. Around him, the "Storm" was literal. It wasn’t rain that fell from the soot-choked sky, but a constant drizzle of oil and shrapnel from the aerial dreadnoughts clashing above the clouds. "Pressure at eighty percent, Captain