The Orcish Plains screamed.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically.
The land itself screamed beneath the colossal weight of war.
The thunder of Rhakaddon hooves shook the ground so violently that cracks spiderwebbed across thirsty ground, splitting through dew-slick grass and swallowing broken weapons whole. Every step of those massive beasts sent shockwaves rolling outward, toppling men, knocking shields from hands, rattling teeth in skulls already ringing from battle cries and spell detonations.
Aliyah Winters felt the tremors through her boots, through her horse's trembling legs, through her spine.
This was not a skirmish.
This was annihilation attempting to happen...and she intended to stop it.
"STEADY THE CENTER!" she commanded, voice cutting through the din like a blade through silk.
"MAGES!!! SECOND CIRCLE, SEAL PREPARATION!"
"INFANTRY!!!ADVANCE AND LOCK!"
Her voice never cracked.
It could not.
