World War Zero: Iron Storm -

"Pressure at eighty percent, Captain!" the engineer shouted through a brass speaking tube. "The boilers are screaming!"

The war of the future had arrived too early, and it seemed it would never end.

The shockwave shattered the glass in the command deck. Outside, the world turned into a kaleidoscope of fire and iron. A Prussian Walker took a direct hit, its hydraulic legs buckling as it collapsed into a crater, venting high-pressure steam that cooked its crew instantly. 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.

Should we focus the next chapter on a behind the Prussian lines, or follow a rookie pilot in the aerial dogfights above the Iron Storm? "Pressure at eighty percent, Captain

The year was 1908, but the world was not as the history books promised. In this timeline, the Industrial Revolution hadn’t just accelerated; it had mutated. The discovery of "Aether-Coal" in the Siberian wastes had birthed a new kind of conflict—, a global siege that predated the Great War of our world by a decade.

"They’re deploying the ‘Cloud-Eaters’!" a lookout yelled. Outside, the world turned into a kaleidoscope of

"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress."