A violent spatial shockwave cracked the evening sky, sending jagged purple fractures racing across the northern ravine.
Juna vaulted down from the rocky outcrop, dropping a shattered piece of obsidian directly onto the command map.
The fragment thrummed with erratic spatial distortion, leaving scorched purple residue clinging to the cuff of her sleeve.
"The dimensional threshold fractured along the central keystone!" she reported, her wolf ears twitching toward the subterranean roar echoing below.
"Dreth's twenty riders crossed the bridge after the courier arrived, halting outside our ditch with weapons undrawn."
"They are waiting for the monster wave to overwhelm our perimeter before making their legal claim," Hajin observed.
He looked across the gathered leaders standing around the tactical table near the palisade gate.
Hans stood with his spear braced against the ground, while Loccy leaned upon her colossal war hammer with eager eyes.
