The streets of Sanctum Lux ran with blood.
Liam moved through the carnage at the head of Legion One, watching his soldiers fight house-to-house against Radiant defenders who refused to surrender their capital without extracting maximum cost.
Every intersection was a battlefield. Every building a potential ambush. Every block paid for in demon lives.
"Resistance is stiffening," Commander Torven reported, his armor now so covered in blood and ash that its original color was indistinguishable. "They're falling back to prepared positions around the palace district. Estimates suggest another ten to fifteen thousand defenders concentrated there."
"The two Grand Commanders from the north?"
"Koth reports they disengaged fifteen minutes ago. He pursued, but they had better knowledge of the city terrain. They're likely regrouping with the palace defense."
