As the Old Guard rallied their vintage gear for one last stand, Carnage unleashed its full arsenal of hellfire. With each pick scrape, it generated bursts of sharp, staccato distortion carving through the defenders’ brittle sonic shields. Its speed was unmatched; solos ripped through the battlefield at a pace that made the air itself shudder. Every note, every chugging riff, landed with the force of a meteor strike, creating fissures in the very ground beneath the resistance’s feet. Tubes burst and chassis cracked, twisting useless transformers in Carnage’s wake.
The Old Guard fell back, their cherished amplifiers crumbling under the combined might of The Invader’s power and Carnage’s precision. Their vintage tones, once thought to be untouchable, were drowned out by the sheer magnitude of this new sonic force. The few who survived spoke of Carnage’s sound as a kind of metallic storm—impossibly fast, impossibly sharp, and impossibly powerful.
And so, as Carnage came to the Invader’s aid, the tide of the battle turned irreversibly. The resistance, no matter how steadfast, could not stand against the relentless force of two amplifiers that redefined sound itself, but what would happen in the Aftermath of this conflict remained unclear for the moment...