A few minutes earlier — on the eastern side
"Prepare—" A figure in black-and-red military uniform, his eyes set in five-angled slits and his mouth forming a tight round, raised his hand as high as he could and then slammed it down. "Fire!"
Bambambam
Hundreds of colossal cannons before him discharged in perfect, terrifying unison. Each gun towered over fifty meters tall, its muzzle a yawning void and its base bolted into the ground with pins like stakes meant to anchor mountains. Enormous conduits fed each piece, pumping liquid energy-essence in monstrous quantities — to charge a single one of these engines for a single salvo required as much essence as would power a warship for an entire year.
Each of those guns looked like a dreadful, living edifice, a fortress of metal and hunger.
