Across the fields, withered yellow reeds swayed in the afternoon breeze, an undulating ocean that rustled like the earth's slumbering breath, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.
"VMMMM—!"
Just then, the humming drone of cannon emplacements charging on the distant battlefield shattered the wilderness's tranquility, startling a few water birds from the reeds.
Atop the wall, four devices inlaid with Spirit Stones suddenly lit up. Intricate patterns, as if brought to life, flowed with energy, converging into four increasingly blinding, silver-white orbs of light.
"Are those Magic Crystal Cannons?!" some of the goblins shrieked.
Gromg's murky pupils contracted slightly.
The sight of such highly compressed pure energy immediately reminded him of the legion's Magic Crystal Cannons he had once seen from afar in Golden Glow Valley.
But the nature of this energy was far more savage, possessing an unsettling wildness that didn't align with the magical arts he remembered.
"Fire!"
