Count Eddard remained on the watchtower. Another roar from the monster shook the earth, sending dust cascading from the cracked ceiling onto the maps and documents scattered across his wooden desk. He glanced toward the city—flames still ravaged the market district, citizens were still fleeing in terror, and black smoke billowed from burning homes.
Then, his gaze shifted south once more.
The ten black specks were drawing closer.
Eddard gripped his crystal pager with white-knuckled intensity. An explosion from the East Gate broke his focus. Leofric's tanks were still engaged; the monster was still standing. He couldn't afford to be distracted.
"Focus," he whispered to himself. "One thing at a time."
