The third wall was different.
Where the outer two walls had been about territory and defense-in-depth, the third wall was about absolute denial. Consecrated stone three times thicker than the previous barriers, siege towers that hadn't been activated for the outer defenses, and now—with the Grand Commanders deployed—a killing ground designed to break armies.
Liam stood among the ruins of the second wall, watching his forces regroup for the next push. The demon army had lost cohesion in the brutal fighting—units were mixed together, command structures strained, and exhaustion was written across every face he could see.
"Casualty report," he said to Lieutenant Zara, who looked like she'd aged a decade in the past six hours.
