"Attention all citizens of the Foundry Citadel!" Standard-bearer Vex's voice boomed across the territory, magically amplified to cut through the din of destruction. "Retreat immediately to the base of the volcano! Channel your energy into the defensive ward! We stand together against this apocalypse, or we fall together!"
Even as Vex orchestrated the defense, the orbital bombardment continued its relentless assault. Meteors of hellfire hammered the earth, churning the landscape into a cauldron of molten rock and ash.
Slaughter? Destruction? Despair?
These words felt too small, too clinical for what the Foundry Citadel was enduring.
This was the annihilation will of an Abyssal Ruler. Julius didn't just want Orion dead; he wanted to scour Orion's territory from the face of the Abyss, to erase every living thing that dared breathe under his banner.
