Chapter 276: The Rest of His Army
Dawn broke over the eastern quarter in a slow, suffocating wash of gray light.
There were no incendiary payloads this time. The siege engines remained entirely silent. General Marek did not rely on fire or mechanical bombardment to break the surviving defenders. The morning fog simply parted to reveal a terrifying, singular truth.
Marek had committed everything.
The southern horizon was no longer a structured line of overlapping gray shields. It was a moving ocean of steel. The Capital forces did not advance in three isolated battalions.
They advanced as one massive, unyielding organism. Every single infantry unit, every heavy spearman, and every runic sniper marched perfectly in step.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
The synchronized sound of twenty thousand iron boots striking the cobblestones shook the foundations of the brick warehouses. The sheer kinetic weight of the army made the puddles of melted ice vibrate.
