The explosion of the southern artillery magazines sent panic rippling through the rear ranks of King Malakar's advancing host. On the black ice of the Whispering River, thirty-five thousand southern infantry and nine massive siege towers had already pushed past the center channel, barely eighty yards from the northern trenches. The southern commanders, realizing their artillery support had been obliterated, screamed at their troops to rush the northern palisades before…
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