The sound hit them first.
It should have been the clash of steel or the roar of battle cries - those would have been clean, almost dignified.
But no.
This was something uglier. The wet crunch of bodies breaking. The screams that started human and ended animal. The constant, grinding noise of violence that had lost all pretense of glory and become pure mechanical slaughter.
"Bloody hell," Torrgh whispered, his scarred face going pale. "How long has this been going on?"
"Does it matter?" Zara's voice was flat, but her silver eyes were calculating trajectories, counting combatants, measuring the chaos. "They're locked in. Neither side can disengage without giving the other control."
Liam studied the fortress through the Cognitor's enhanced vision.
