Liam and Marcus dashed, their breaths coming in sharp, rhythmic bursts as they made their way toward the formation at the rear of their army. The cacophony of war—the roar of siege weapons, the clash of steel, and the cries of soldiers—faded as they approached the rear, where an unsettling silence had replaced the usual chaos. Just as the encampment was in sight, they heard….
Boom*
A tremendous explosion that shook the ground. They turned just in time to see a blue hue flare in the sky. The Mystic Cannon had fired with devastating force, its power visible even from a distance.
"The Mystic Cannon," Liam said, taking a deep breath. "Things are going terribly wrong."
"Let's go," Marcus said as he gave the explosion another glance. Liam followed, reigning in anger toward the person behind all of this.
