The second artillery shell fired straight for the head of the man who was standing at the forefront of the wall.
It was a simple and largely efficient technique, to make sure that the enemy losses, it was natural to make their head fall first.
The shell traveled through the air, cutting the wind apart as it inched closer to the man's face.
It seemed as if time had slowed down for Damian, all his focus was on the man.
He knew.
It would not be this simple.
Maybe it was an instinctive feeling he had developed through his years as a military commander, but he knew that there would be more to this.
Just as the shell was about to make contact—
"[BARRIER]"
A burly man jumped in front and cast a spell. A giant, gleaming barrier formed in front of them, covering the wall.
—BOOOM!
The ground rumbled, the earth quaked. As the shell hit the barrier, the spell cracked and broke into bits, but so did their magic.
