The siren went off before Holden reached the gate.
WAAAH. WAAAH. WAAAH.
Holden was already running.
Cora and Sera followed close behind, their fatigue from the artillery mission forgotten the moment the alarm sounded. They rushed through the fortress compound, passing soldiers scrambling toward their positions, medics dragging the wounded toward the bunkers, and cannon crews turning their weapons toward the northern wall.
The northern gate.
Holden's 10,000x processor was already pulling information from the fortress communication channel.
"Contact north! Thousands of contacts!"
"Gate is holding, but the pressure is… I can't, they're everywhere!"
"Where are the gargoyles coming from? The sky is FULL of them!"
He reached the wall and took the steps three at a time, his Rank 3, 6-Star body carrying him to the battlement in four strides. Stepping onto the wall, Holden looked north.
The horizon was moving.
