"What..."
The bishop was somewhat at a loss for a few moments, as he watched the explosions below him. By the time they had flown down to check, the small openings on the barrier had closed, and the city gates had been shut once again as well. The royal army was in complete disorder. They did not know how many charred black bodies were lying at the bottom of the alarming, deep pit.
He had not even figured out what had happened with those chariots that had charged out from the city.
Chariots filled with explosives? There had been clearly no one on them, however, so who had been driving? How did they trigger the explosives?
