In a fluid motion, the center of the bridge sagged. The men on the planks didn't even have time to shout before the world dropped away beneath their feet,the horses , already safely on the far bank shrieked and neighed in fear for a harm that was not their to feel.
Then came the roar of the splintering oak and iron nails shearing through ancient wood. The entire span caved in, a Great Maw opening to swallow everything above it like some greedy monsters of the depth.
Latio watched, frozen and powerless, as the murky waters from the October rain and the strong currents of the Zauern claimed his soldiers.
It just happened....all at once?
One instant, they were a column of proud, heavy iron marching ahead; the next, they were a chaotic tumble of flailing limbs and splashing water. He saw arms thrashing above the white foam, fingers clutching at the empty air for a heartbeat, and then, nothing. The river simply smoothed over, dark and indifferent to the meal it had just had.
