When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
The trip from the landing field to the coast took approximately half an hour. As they approached the beach they could see the Lithuwaan defensive lines. Running parallel to the shore as far as could be seen in either direction was a wall of coral rising right up to the water’s surface. Every few hundred meters along the wall was a guardhouse with defensive weapons to stave off a Grosstem underwater attack. There were gates in the wall through which the Lithuw could launch their own vehicles of war. The buses stopped at the base of the wall. “I am sorry, but we can officially go no further,” the Lithuwaan driver apologized to Bred. “The Grosstem attack persists. It is frequently this way when an eclipse occurs. The low tide exposes more of our territory and allows the enemy to make encroac