The world abruptly descended into a cacophony of industrial violence. For the Sudrath forces, the vanishing of the pale violet luminescence that had previously blanketed the battlefield was not merely the cessation of a visual magical effect; it was the extinguishing of their second life. The Resonance Collapse Field, Raveena's masterpiece of science and sorcery, had just fractured under the weight of her physiological collapse. Amidst the blinding, savage blizzard, the rhythmic thrum of the enemy's steam pistons—which had been coughing and groaning in mechanical agony—suddenly roared back to life with a higher, more predatory octave. It was the sound of iron seeking vengeance.
The Northern Bastion
