The assault on Sanctum Lux's eastern wall had been raging for four hours when Liam gave the order to commit everything.
"All legions advance! No reserves! Break through!"
The command rippled through the demon army like wildfire. Units that had been held back for tactical flexibility, soldiers who'd been rotating through rest cycles, even the wounded who could still hold weapons—all of them surged forward in a massive wave of dark steel and desperate determination.
One hundred and ninety-three thousand demons against a city that had never fallen.
The mathematics were still impossible.
But Liam had stopped caring about mathematics.
He stood at the front of the assault now, having abandoned the command position to lead from where the fighting was thickest. Infernal Conflagration wreathed his hands, Phase Shift kept him mobile through the chaos, and Sovereign's Dominion pulsed outward in waves that broke enemy formations before they could properly form.
