At dawn on Day 31, the sky burned three colors.
Amber — the deep, forge-hot light of Krug's manifestation, descending in a column that struck the earth at the center of the Ashwall gap with the foundational force that the kingdom's soldiers had witnessed ten days ago. The column burned for seven seconds. Within it, the First Forge took shape — seven and a half feet of divine-enhanced Lizardman, the warhammer radiating heat sufficient to warp the air, the amber eyes igniting with a fire that had been burning for 179 years.
Silver — the cool, shielding light of Nissa's manifestation, spreading above the secondary line as a dome that expanded to 200 meters in eight seconds. The soldiers beneath it — the men and women who had held the earthworks for five days of continuous combat — looked up at the silver light and felt something that five days of war had almost erased: safety.
