The disaster from the sky shows no signs of stopping.
Unable to see where the enemy is, nor understand what this attack actually is. Even the wisest Mage in the Allied Army—if they can still think at this moment—couldn't fathom what Spell could reach so far, with such power, and feel no Mana fluctuation before hitting the target, all defying the common sense of Magic!
In truth, until a continuous barrage of shells fell on their heads, turning the entire open ground to scorched earth, only a few realized they were being "attacked." Many didn't realize combat had begun, nor did they understand that the force killing them was the power of the Cecil Clan.
They were bombed, smashed, vaporized in bewilderment, in their final brief moments, their minds couldn't even connect this calamity, akin to Heavenly Punishment, with the "Cecil Expedition" they were undertaking.
