The two eighth-level lances struck the center of the valley, just shy of the jagged hole the inquisitors had torn in the mists. The resulting explosion dyed the sky crimson, turning night into bloody dawn. The resulting shockwave scythed across the ground as strong as any wind blade, flattening trees and toppling what remained of the ruined towers and walls. Raging fires followed in their wake, sucking the air dry and ascending the peaks in spinning vortexes. Hundreds of soldiers vanished in the inferno, reduced to ash.
The skyship's wards flared in a sphere around the vessel as the shockwave reached us. To my surprise, they barely flickered before stabilizing. That shockwave was at least sixth-level!
