The attack began before dawn, announced not by horns or battle cries, but by reality itself beginning to warp at the edges of their defensive perimeter. Gravity fluctuated wildly, making soldiers stumble as their weight changed from moment to moment. Time moved in stutters, creating gaps where actions seemed to skip forward or backward.
"They're here!" The lookout's shout came from three different moments simultaneously as temporal distortion affected the communication.
Nox reached the command post to find organized chaos. Maps showed enemy positions that shifted between observations, and reports came in describing troops that appeared to be in multiple locations at once.
"What are we dealing with?"
Vexia consulted readings from magical sensors. "Reality manipulation on a scale I've never seen. They're not just using magic - they're rewriting the fundamental laws that govern this area."
"Countermeasures?"
