Dawn broke over Sanctum Lux like a blade catching light.
Liam stood at the head of his strike force—forty-seven Fourth Order specialists, Commander Koth, and Lilith herself, who had insisted on accompanying him despite his protests.
They waited in the shadow of a collapsed aqueduct two hundred yards from the northern wall, watching the main assault begin on the eastern side.
The sound of sixty thousand demons hitting prepared defenses was like thunder given physical form. Even from this distance, Liam could hear the screams, the clash of steel, the roar of battle-priests channeling holy fire.
Sixteen hundred casualties at the forward defenses had been brutal.
Today would make that look merciful.
"Eastern assault is fully engaged," Kael'thra reported, her dark eyes gleaming with zealous focus. "All attention is diverted. The northern approach is as clear as it will ever be."
