Chapter 258: Royal Battle [2]
The smell of dissolving granite was acrid, burning the back of the throat like vinegar mixed with sulfur.
The west wall of the Arcadia fortress was no longer a wall; it was a sagging, weeping sore of liquified stone, hissing as the unnatural green rot ate through layers of defensive enchantments.
Above the devastation, the sky was pristine. The fifty mages of the Sanctum of High Magi floated in perfect formation, their robes fluttering in the wind, untouched by the filth below. They were gods looking down on insects.
Velia Ancrose, their captain, raised her staff for another volley. She looked bored.
Inside the fortress, however, the "insects" were preparing to bite back.
Michael Wilson stood before the bubbling pool of sludge that used to be the rampart. He didn't look worried about the impending collapse of their cover. He looked like a chef inspecting ingredients.
