The green fireballs were only the opening salvo of a relentless, four-hour necrotic barrage. From the crest of the southern bluffs, eighteen massive southern trebuchets—constructed from petrified ironwood and reinforced with demon-bone braces—hurled boulders wrapped in tar, corpse-bile, and cursed brimstone against the northern barrier. Every sixty seconds, another wave of dark ordnance slammed into the three-hundred-foot Continental Shield. The impact echoed across the valley like claps of thunder in…
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