Emric picked up his pencil and began making notes.
"Each cannon can fire roughly six times a minute. With twenty-eight of them, that's over a hundred and sixty shots every minute if they're all firing."
Renna stared at him.
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes. That's nearly three shots every second."
She looked back at the hologram.
"Okay. I officially hate this mountain."
Lyra had also risen from her seat.
She approached the display and examined the narrow road leading toward the summit.
"What about the cliffs?" she asked. "Could we avoid the road and climb from another side?"
Emric shook his head.
"That would be extremely difficult. Three sides are almost completely vertical. We might be able to find places to climb, but doing that while soldiers are shooting down at us would be dangerous."
"And Zahn would expect it," Maeve added. "He has watchtowers overlooking the cliffs. Any movement would probably be spotted long before we reached the top."
Lyra frowned.
