The tremor came again. Not like the shakes from trebuchets. Not the scream of spells. This was deeper.
Boom.
...Pause.
Boom.
Raven froze mid-run. His foot lifted off his ballista and hovered. He felt it. In his bones. In the walls. In the wind.
The world wasn't reacting to an explosion. It was bracing for a footfall.
Fold soldiers near the breach stopped. Even they weren't charging. They were... shouting. Not at the defenders. At each other.
Raven grunted as the zone's attention dangerously shifted away from the massive breach still gaping in front of them
Even with the Gravewalker coming, the breaches in the wall were still wide open. Fold soldiers hadn't stopped pouring in. The threat hadn't paused. It had multiplied.
Raven snapped into motion.
"Make the gate too hot for them to cross," Raven ordered.
He pulled out his ballista kit in his inventory and slammed it into place. The rune-lit limbs unfolded, anchoring fast.
