Commander Sorin Varga was no longer observing Simon and the rest from the summit of the watchtower. He was now watching them through a circular observation mirror suspended above the command table in the command chamber.
The artifact showed Ironcrest from above. Broken pieces of the divine shell still drifted through the air like silver dust, while nine demons stood within the watchtower's outer grounds.
No.
Varga's jaw tightened.
Five demons and four Runemasters.
They had crossed the defensive road of Ironcrest, slaughtered the Grey Pike squad, survived the collapse of the western path, and entered Ironcrest after cutting through a barrier bestowed by a god.
Now they stood beneath Ironcrest's final weapon.
"Commander."
Chief Gunner Mirela kept both hands on a bronze control frame. Six miniature rings rotated above it, copying the movements of the enormous rings outside.
"Sunshear has finished charging. All targets have been marked."
One officer swallowed.
