DAY THREE - 2 PM - THE WESTERN WALL
The wall BROKE.
Not collapsed. Not breached. SHATTERED.
Ten thousand soldiers hit it simultaneously. Siege weapons. Battering rams. MAGIC. The ancient stone that had stood for centuries simply... gave up.
A section fifty feet wide CRUMBLED.
"BRACE!" Valeria roared.
Our three thousand defenders formed lines. Shields up. Weapons ready. TERRIFIED but holding.
The enemy flooded through the gap like a tidal wave.
Steel clashed. People screamed. BLOOD everywhere.
I fought beside common soldiers. Sword in hand. No special powers. No anchor abilities. Just COMBAT. Brutal. Desperate. REAL.
Through the anchor connection—I felt the others. Scattered across the city. All fighting. All DYING.
*"Northern gate holding—barely—"* Helena's thought. Strained. EXHAUSTED.
*"Eastern wall breached—"* Marcus's thought. Panicked. *"They're flanking us—"*
