Ironcrest Watchtower groaned beneath the weight of its own destruction.
Alarms continued ringing through its upper floors, although no one remained in the command chamber and none remained inside the tower to answer them. Smoke travelled through broken weapon ports and fractured corridors. Somewhere below, the formation engine released an uneven pulse that made the dark metal inside the walls tremble.
Fragments of the destroyed divine shell still drifted around the summit, catching the sunlight before fading like silver ash. Sections of the tower had gone silent after Sunshear's destruction, while others continued firing blindly at demons outside.
The canons that were still functional were acting autonomously, and the very few humans that were left alive had not yet realised that the voice commanding Ironcrest was already dead.
Outside, the humans that still lived shouted orders that no longer came from their commander.
Inside the command chamber, there was only blood.
