The scorching wind brushed past Roland's cheeks; he endured the dizziness and ringing ears, spat out the dust in his mouth, and got up from the ground.
The floating ship that launched the suicide attack ultimately failed to destroy the Tower of Londinium completely. It consumed most of its kinetic energy when it collided with the defensive magic array; the angle of impact changed drastically, and it didn't hit the ammunition depot or the main tower. The shock wave was dispersed, reducing the destruction to a minimum. Yet still, nearly one-fourth of the Tower of Londinium was devastated.
Green Tower had completely collapsed, and part of the White Tower had fallen as well. The fire spread fiercely on the remnants of broken walls, while the column of smoke extended to the sky.
"The Tower of Londinium... it's burning?"
Lancelot swayed and began to walk; her trembling lips spoke trembling words.
Gazing at the collapsing tower, Lancelot couldn't say anything else.
