The earth rose high into the skies, forming boulders that were each two meters wide.
It took time, but not long later, dozens had formed before erupting into a blaze of black-red flames. The searing heat alone seemed to want to melt the city to ash.
Even without Leonel saying a word, the rebel army felt their blood boiling.
There were no words of rage, none of fury or animosity. Even with this goal they had been working toward for years, praying for, for decades… There was still nothing that needed to be said.
Actions spoke far louder than words ever could at this moment.
This was indeed Armageddon. It was a judgment day for The Capital and its nobles who had had their foots on their throats for centuries.
It was finally their turn to return the favor.
The meteors descended toward the gate in a blaze of fire.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
