Countless cannons popped in the distance.
The air filled with a roar as Asmodeus's magic spread like a bomb. Thick crimson mist clung together, twisting its cracks and knitting them shut with pulsing veins of blood forming a dense barrier dome.
Da-Dang!
Da-Dang Dang!
Gasps broke out along the wall.
Red walls quivered with blood as they absorbed the force of the enemy's cannons.
Even the most seasoned demon knights froze for a moment at the unnatural yet beautiful sight. The chokingly sweet smell flooded the port. But the moment they realised the barrier remained standing after taking a volley... the fear in their eyes faded and became something sharper.
Rage.
Courage.
On the water, the enemy's front line slowed, their helmsman pulling back instinctively as the unnatural crimson glow rolled over the waves. Orders shouted from their decks cracked through the air, voices rising above the sea wind.
"Hold!"
"Ignore their foul tricks!"
"Keep the lines, lower the sails!"
