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There was a brilliant tower of light, stretching to the sky. A pale, dazzling shimmer, with wispy trails crawling about it. All about was suddenly dark, deep night, and a deep thrumming thumped below his heart- up from the ground.
The enchanting light was accompanied by an overpowering smell of stale spice, then metal, then…nothing.
A bright flash, a dull burning feeling in the skin, in the lungs- even though Niel was wearing chemical protection, there was an awful feeling of pins and needles rippling across his whole body. It had made him recoil, which might have saved him from the blinding brightness just before a towering twister of flame reached into the sky. It burned bright, and clouds gathered about its peak, blocking out the sky. Walls of flame appeared close, terribly close, licked around the street corners. Terrified yelps came from the direction of the nearby Twaryian recon, but this was no time to celebrate, or do anything but <span class="mu-i">flee</span>.
A sentiment shared by the infantry to the south, though their triggering of yet another tower of burning brilliance had been less a surprise at the beginning- when the walls and waves stopped just short of them, that had been enough, as well. Especially as fire-wreathed tanks advanced, and artillery shells crashed down.
New chaos reigned in the senses, as the night vanished in an instant, replaced by a dim facsimile of dusk trapped under a stormy sky.
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“Heh,” Sglaza shielded her eyes and looked up at the north town- judging from the columns of fire, there’d be nothing but rubble by the time those strange weapons burned themselves out. Nobody knew when they would- they only seemed to do so when nobody was around to watch it. “Now this is more like it, eh? Hope you were ready for this in your souls, sons of Vynmark.”
>Turn is Open.
