Orange flames spread across several sections of the outer wall, consuming wooden platforms, siege defenses, and everything else they could reach. Magical explosions struck the towers one after another, each impact shaking the mountainside and sending enormous pieces of black stone tumbling toward the armies below. The noise reached Max even from high above, a constant mixture of thunderous impacts, cracking stone, roaring fire, and the distant screams of thousands of soldiers fighting for their lives.
The air smelled of smoke, burned flesh, and blood.
Crimson and golden light repeatedly flashed across the sky as attacks crashed against the defensive formations protecting the capital. Each impact sent ripples across the enormous barrier, briefly revealing thousands of interconnected runes stretched over the city like a transparent dome. Several portions had already cracked, allowing arrows, flames, and rays of golden light to slip through and strike the streets behind the walls.
