The sky over Dunhar burned with cannon fire. Massive sky-palaces hovered above the fortress, their decks spitting glowing shells into the advancing Pure Church lines.
The Thorn Legion held the walls, spears locked, rifles cracking as wave after wave of Church soldiers slammed against the defenses.
Shadow beasts—twisted things summoned from fractured rifts—howled and climbed the stones, only to be cut down by axe and spell.
Aiden crouched at the edge of a newly torn major rift behind enemy lines.
The portal flickered and spat unstable energy, but it was their best shot. He gripped his sword tighter, blood already streaking his armor from the earlier fighting.
"Strike team, move!" he ordered.
Twenty elite fighters poured through with him—Vespera on his left, her dual blades dripping black ichor, and Lira Voss on his right, red hair plastered to her skull under her helmet, spear ready.
They hit the Church command node from the rear like a hammer.
