BANG!
The ninth tornado tore through a defence tower and carried its upper half into the street beyond.
BANG!
A wall of stone struck the demons sheltering there.
Their screams disappeared beneath the wind.
Across Velmora, the other eight storms continued moving. Roof beams spun between them. Fires bent sideways, feeding burning fragments into columns already filled with bodies.
A guard crawled from beneath a collapsed carriage and reached toward a passing pair of boots.
The owner never stopped.
A moment later, neither of them remained on the ground.
Above it all, Simon watched through the Sword Daemon's mask.
The city had tried to defend itself.
He had seen formations brighten along the streets and barriers rise between important buildings. Arrays beneath the roads had released pulses of demonic energy, attempting to break the storms' circulation.
Some had briefly succeeded.
