It wasn't a matter of strategy or troop morale. It was math. On the scorched plains outside of Al-Khobar, his four Avenger mobile anti-air systems were slag. His single Particle Cannon uplink was smoking rubble. And GLA forces—a relentless tide of technicals, RPG troopers, and hijackers—were swarming his last command center.
Granger looked at his screen—at the impossible swarm of units, the infinite power bar, the glitched economy. He felt a moment of pure, godlike euphoria. Then he felt a cold dread settle into his stomach. It wasn't a matter of strategy or troop morale
He looked at his Generals Power bar. It was full. No—it was overflowing. The bar glowed a violent white, then broke into a fractal pattern of numbers: 999,999… 1,000,000… 1,500,000… the infinite power bar